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midnight |
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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 lamplight |
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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 |
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i was beautiful then |
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i remember the time |
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i knew what happiness was |
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let the memory live again |
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every street lamp seems to beat |
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a fatalistic warning |
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someone mutters and the street lamp sputters |
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soon it will be morning |
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burn out ends smoky days |
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the stale cold smell of morning |
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a street lamp dies |
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another night is over |
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another day is dawning |
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daylight! i must wait for the sunrise |
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i must think of new life |
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and i mustn't give in |
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when the dawn comes tonight will |
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a memory too |
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and a new day will begin |
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sunlight through the trees in summer |
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and next morn is waiting |
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like a flower as the dawning's breaking |
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the memory's fading |
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touch me! it's so easy to leave me |
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all alone with the memory |
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of my days in the sun |
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if you touch me |
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you'll understand what happiness |
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look a new day has begun! |