Midnight. Not a sound from the pavement.Has the moon lost her memory. She is smiling alone.In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feetAnd the wind begins to moan.Memory - all alone in the moonlight. I can dream of the old daysLife was beautiful then.I remember the time I knew what happiness was.Let the memory live again.Every street lamps seems to beat a fatalistic warning.Someone mutters and a streetlamp sputters and soon it will be mornincDaylight - I must wait for the sunrise. I must think of a new lifeAnd I mustn't give in.When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too.And a new day will begin.Burnt out ends of smoky daysthe stale cold smell of mon@ing.A streetlamp diesanother night is overanother day is dawning.Touch me - it's so easy to leave me. AU. alone with the memoryOf my days in the sun.If you touch me youll understand what happiness is.Looka new day has begun.

 

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