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
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All alone in the moonlight
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I can smile at your old days
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Life was beautiful then
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I remember the time I knew what happiness is
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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 gutters
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And soon it will be morning
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Daylight
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I must wait for the sunrise
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I must think of a new life
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And I mustn't give in
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When the dawn comes
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Tonight will be a memory too
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And a new day will begin
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Burnt out ends of smoky days
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The still cold smell of morning
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A street lamp dies, another night is over
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Another day is dawning
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Touch me,
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It is 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 is
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Look, a new day has began...
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Memory
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