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To Satine, my Sparkling Diamond
from Christian
who in terms of money is penniless,
in terms of love - the richest man alive
Satine.
Even your name is beautiful.
Your name brings memories sparkling before my eyes,
refreshing my hurting mind.
Those memories that bring both Joy and Pain -
The joy of loving you, the pain of losing you.
How can I put in to words my love for you?
Our love, a love that will last a lifetime.
Without you, Satine, the Moulin Rouge no longer sparkles.
the loss of you is too great to bear
You told me to move on,
to write our story
The story about a time, a place, a
love that could conquer all loves.
The Bohemian ideals that run through us all,
the blood of our existence, our reason for living
Truth, Beauty, Freedom, LOVE
And you, my darling Satine,
you ARE the Bohemian ideal.
You are the truth, the beauty, the freedom, the love
The truth of your feelings, your exquisite beauty, the freedom I felt in loving you, the love we shared
You are what we all strive to live by
And I,
I was so lucky to be the one man this courtesan could ever love.
How did I live before you?
Without you in my life,
how did I get through each day?
But with you by my side,
my life was complete.
Now you are gone
Forever.
It isn't fair
to me, to the Moulin Rouge, to the Bohemian Revolution.
You should not be gone
How can you be gone?
With you in my arms, nothing else mattered.
But now you are gone...
There is a constant longing in my heart, the desire for my true love
But no, it is not to be
You say I should keep going,
write our story
But that would be too easy
by being too hard
It would not make you return
How would it help me?
Toulouse says it would clear my mind
Let me let you go
If you love somebody set them free...
You've told me to let you go
I've written our story
And now I understand
How hard it is to love
But you, Satine
You made my life what it is, what it will be
My Sparkling Diamond,
though you are gone,
You will live on forever
in the Moulin Rouge,
in our minds,
but most of all,
in our hearts.
Come what may, Satine
I will love you until
