Midnight, not a sound from the pavement.
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Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone.
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In the lamp light 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, I was beautiful then
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I remember the time 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 a street lamp gutters 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 and I mustn't give in.
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When the dawn comes 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, the stale cold smell of morning.
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The street lamp dies, another night is over, another day is dawning.
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Touch me. its so easy to leave me all alone with the memory
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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
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Jackie Evancho |