Monday, July 07, 2003

CHRISTINE:

think of me
think of me fondly
when we've said goodbye
remember me every so often
promise me you'll try
nn that day - that not so distant day
when you are far away and free
if you ever find a moment
spare a thought for me

and though it's clear
though it was always clear
that this was never meant to be
if you happen to remember
stop and think of me

think of august when the trees were green
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
think of me please say you'll think of me
whatever else you choose to do
there will never be a day when
i won't think of you

RAOUL:

can it be
can it be christine?
brava, brava...

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




lost ~no angel~ at 9:33 PM