Midnight......What 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 so beatiful then
I remember the time I know what happiness was
let the memomry live again.
Wvery street lamp seems to beat A fatakistic warning
Some one mutters and a street lamp gutters and soon it will be morning.
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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