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Tonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead. - Christine, from Gaston Leroux's: The Phantom of the Opera.

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Gaston Leroux
Age: 59 †
Born: 1868
Born: May 6
Died: 1927
Died: May 6
Journalist
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Playwright
Screenwriter
Writer
Paris
France
Gaston Louis Alfred Leroux
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Gave
Dead
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Christine
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