I do not own Moulin Rouge nor am I associated with any of its genius creators

A poem of Satine's thoughts as she dies in Christian's arms.

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I never thought I'd ever see,

My blood upon your fingertips

Such a bittersweet picture painted

We were bound to end this way all along

I never expected the last thing I'd feel

Would be your tears upon my cheeks

Such a painful exeunt

Do we have to end this way?

I never dreamt I'd ever know

Love in all its greatness

Then have it torn away at the final curtain

Never to have an encore

I never believed I could be blessed

By the almighty Lord

Such a fool I was

Because even though we end this way

I lived the greatest life because of you

FIN.