| CHRISTINE:
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| Think of me
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| think of me fondly, when
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| we’ve said goodbye
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| remember me
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| once in a while, please
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| promise me you’ll try
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| Then you find,
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| that once again you long,
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| to take your heart back and be free,
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| if you ever find a moment,
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| spare a thought for me
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| CHRISTINE:
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| We never said
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| our love was evergreen
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| or as unchanging as the sea…
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| but please promise me,
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| that sometimes
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| you will think of me!
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| Think of me
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| think of me waking, silent
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| and resigned…
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| imagine me, trying too hard to
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| put you from my mind…
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| Recall those days,
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| look back on all those times,
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| think of the things
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| we’ll never do…
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| there will never be a day when
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| I won’t think of you
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| RAOUL:
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| Can it be,
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| Can it be Christine…
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| Bravo!
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| What a change,
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| You’re really not a bit
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| The gawkish girl that once you were
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| She may not remember me,
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| But I remember her
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| CHRISTINE:
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| Flowers fade, the fruits of summers fade
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| they have their seasons, so do we
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| but please promise me that sometimes
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| that you will think of me |