Sybil: Hello darling,my Prince Charming
Whatch my role tonight
Mother,Mother,I'm so happy
He is a gentleman

Dorian: Hello Sibyl,my well of passion
My three weeks sixteen caprice
Why should I not love her?
So shy and so gentle

Sibyl: You have freed my soul from prison
Growing sick of shadows
Why my sunbeam is being darkned
Don't go away from me

Dorian: You were sacred but killed my love
Whithout your art, what are you now?

I am filled with awe
What is done is done
Acon upon acon of torture