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Midnight, not a sound from the pavement.Has the moon lost her memory?She is smiling alone.In the lamp light the withered leaves collect at my feet and the wind begins to moan.Memory, all alone in the moonlight.I can smile at the old days I was beautiful then,I remember the time I knew what happiness was.Let the memory live again.Every Street lamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning. Someone mutters, and the street lamp gutters, and soon it will be morning. Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise.I must think of a new life and I mustnīt give in.When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory, too and a new day will begin.Burnt out ends of smokey days, the stale cold smell of morning. A street lamp dies, another night is over, another day is dawning.Touch me, itīs so easy to leave me all alone with the memory of my days in the sun.If you touch me, youīll understand what happiness is. Look, the new day has begun. ( |
