Think of me, think of me fondly when we've said goodbye. Remember me once in a while, please promise me you'll try. When you find that once again you long to take your hand in mine. Remember me once in a while, please promise me you'll try. Remember me once in a while, please promise me you'll try. Remember me once in a while, please promise me you'll try. This thing does not happen! Ubaldo, let's go! First the dogs and then the boxes. Ah, bye. Gentlemen, good luck. If you need me, I shall be in Australia. I have a message, sir, from the opera ghost. Oh, God in heaven, you're all obsessed. He welcomes you to his opera house. His opera house? And commands that you continue to leave box 5 empty for his use. And reminds you that his salary is due. His salary? Well, Monsieur Lefebvre used to give him 20,000 francs a month. 20,000 francs? Perhaps you can afford more, with the Vicomte as your patron. Madame, I had hoped to make that announcement public tonight, when the Vicomte was to join us for the gala. But obviously, we shall now have to cancel. As it appears, we have lost our star. A full house, André! We shall have to refund a full house! What, a chorus girl? Let her sing for you, Monsieur. She has been well taught. André, this is doing nothing for my nerves. Ah, she's very pretty. Think of me Think of me fondly When we've said goodbye Remember me Once in a while Please promise me you'll try Then you'll find that once again you long To take your heart back and be free If you ever find a moment Spare a thought for me We never said our love was ever green Or as unchanging as the sea But if you can still remember Stop and think of me If you can still remember Stop and think of me Think of all the things we've shared and seen 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 Recall those days Look back on all those times Think of the things we'll never do There will never be a day When I won't think of you Can it be? Can it be Christine? Bravo! Long ago It seems so long ago How young and innocent we were She may not remember me But I remember 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