Author's Notes: Christian remembers.
Disclaimer: If Moulin Rouge was mine, Satine wouldn't have died.
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I remember the first time I saw her in the Moulin Rouge.
The French are glad to die for love.I remember the way the light reflected from her glittering outfit.
They delight in fighting duels.
I remember the first time I heard her sultry voice.
But I prefer a man who gives expensive jewels.
I remember how the crowd would have jumped off a cliff for her.
One day I'll fly away.
I remember how she felt when I kissed in the Elephant.
Leave all this to yesterday.
I remember how radient she looked once I had persuaded her to take a chance with me.
What more could your love do for me?
I remember watching, day after day, as she flirted with the Duke as we rehearsed my play.
When will love be through with me?
I remember her skin next to mine.
Why live life from dream to dream?
I remember how she walked away from me to the Duke to save the Moulin Rouge.
We could be heroes for ever and ever.
I remember how she came back in Chocolat's arms, sobbing that she couldn't go through with it, that she loved me.
How wonderful life is now you're in the world.
I remember how she told me that she was the Hindi courtesan who chose the maharaja.
Never knew I could feel like this.
I remember how I held her in my arms, her blood on my sleeve.
Seasons may change, winter to spring.
I remember how the life left her eyes and how Zidler had to tear me away from her.
But I love you until the end of time.
I remember her funeral.
Come what may
I remember the rain which splattered us all, chruning up mud.
Come what may
I remember the Diamond Dogs, weeping with no exception.
I will love you until my dying day.
I remember seeing the coffin which held her body being lowered into the soaking earth.
Storm clouds may gather
I remember being unable to move, so numb with grief and pain that I could not move my limbs.
But I love you till the end of time.
I remember demanding more absinthe from Toulouse and the others.
Come what may
I remember them refusing to buy me any more.
Come what may
I remember getting my typewrite back from the pawnbroker's.
I will love you until my dying day
I remember feeling better just holding its weight in my arms.
Come what may
I remember feeling her watching over me as I started writing our story.
Come what may
I remember constantly having to stop so that my tears would not fall apon the typed sheets.
I will love you
I remember watching for any signs of life in the Moulin Rouge as my memories again brought it to life.
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
I remember Toulouse sticking his head through the hole in my ceiling and loudly demanding what I was doing.
Come what may
I remember I told him to go away.
Come what may
I remember I love her.
I will love you until my dying day
I remember Satine.