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I'll never forget
The Flowers You Gave Me
or anything else for that matter
DORITA
070191
holy in pri
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there's not much i wanna say.
just a lot that i wanna do.
if i ever get the chance
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
6
more
days.
THINK OF ME
CHRISTINE: Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye
Remember me once in a while please promise me you'll try
When you find that once again you long to take your heart back and be free
If you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me...
We never said our love was evergreen or as unchanging as the sea
But if you can still remember, stop and think of me
Think of all the things we've shared and seen
Don't think about the way things might have been...
Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned
Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind
Recall those days. Look back on all those times. Think of the things we'll never do
There will never be a day when I won't think of you...
RAOUL: Can it be? Can it be Christine? Bravo!
Long ago, it seems so long ago. How young and innocent we were.
She may not remember me, but I remember her...
CHRISTINE: Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade. They have their season, so do we.
But please promise me that sometimes, you will think of... me!
5:01 PM
