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 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 days
The stale 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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posted by inkey at 14:41