Satine:
I'm sorry Christian. I -- I -- I'm dying.
Christian:
You're going to be alright. (she coughs)
O God. Somebody get some help!
Zidler:
Fetch the doctor.
Satine:
Cold. I'm so cold. Cold. Hold
me. Please hold me.
Christian:
I love you.
Satine:
You have to go on Christian.
Christian:
I can't without you though.
Satine:
You have so much to give. Tell our story
Chritian.
Christian:
No.
Satine:
Yes. . . yes. Promise me. Promise.
Yes. That way, I'll always be with you.
Christian:
No, no!
Telouse:
There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
Christian:
Days turned to weeks, weeks to months. And
then, one not so very special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down
and I told our story. A is a story about a time, a story about a
place and a story about the people. But above all things, it is a
story about love, a love that will live -- forever.
Telouse:
The greatest thing
You'll ever learn
Is just to love
And be loved
In return
