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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 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 musn’t give in.
When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin.
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Burnt out ends of smoky days,
The stal cold smell of morning.
The street lamp dies, another night is over,
Another day is dawning.
Touch me, it’s so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory of my days in the sun.
If you touch me, you’ll understand what happiness is.
Look a new day has begun.
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