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 lamplight 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 a fatalistic warning
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Someone mutters and the street lamp sputters
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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
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and I musn't give in. When the dawn comes
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tonight will be a memory. too. and a new day will begin.
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Burnt out ends of smoky days the stale cold
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smell of morning. The street lamp dies.
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Another night is over. 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.
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Memory (캣츠)
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| Helen Hobson |
