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