Christine
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Think of me, think of me fondly when we've said goodbye
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Remember me every so often, promise me you'll try
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On that day, that not-so-distant day
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When you are far away and free
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If you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me
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And though it's clear, though it was always clear
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That this was never meant to be
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If you happen to remember, stop and think of me
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Think of August when the world was green
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Don't think about the way things might have been
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Think of me, think of me waking silent and resigned
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Imagine me trying too hard to put you from my mind
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Think of me, please say you'll think of me
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Whatever else you choose to do
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There will never be a day when I wont think of you
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Raoul
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Can it be? Can it be Christine?
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Brava! Brava!
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Long ago, it seemed so long ago
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How young and innocent we were
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She may not remember me but I remember her
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Christine
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Flowers fade, the fruits of summer 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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You will think...
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O-o-o-o-o-o-oooo O-o-o-o-o-o-oooo
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O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o Oo-OOOOOOF ME
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