think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said good-bye remember me, once in a while, please promise me you'll try ...if you ever find a moment, stop and think of me
think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned imagine me, trying to hard to put you from my mind recall those days, look back on all those times, think of all the things we'll never do...
- phantom of the opera, 'think of me'
time, will fade everything... and nothing now will matter
and memory will quietly implode unflinchingly in the glare of light that is Age
smile in the face of pain not because it alleviates the hurt it instead accentuates it but it is so sad and so beautiful
