Midnight,
not a sbund from the pavement,
hast the loon lost her memory?
She is smilling alone
in the lamp light the withered leaves colect at my feet
and the wind begins to moan
Memory,
all alone in the moon light
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 fatal is tic warning.
Someone mutters
and a street lamp guters
and soon it will be morning
Day light,
I must wait for the sunrise,
I must thing or 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.
Burn´t out ends of
smoky days
the stale cold smell of morning.
The street lamp dies
another night is ovet,
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
youll understand what happiness is.
Look a new day,
has begun.
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