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Memory
You see the border of her coat is torn,
And stained with sand,
And you see the corner of her eye twist,
Like a crooked pin.
Midnight,
Not a sound from the pavement,
Has the moon lost her memory,
She is smiling alone,
In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet,
And the wind begins to moan.
Every streetlamp seems to whisper,
A fatalistic warning,
Someone mutters and the streetlamp gutters,
And soon it will be morning.
Memory,
All alone in the moonlight,
I could smile at the old days,
I was beautiful then,
I remember the time I knew what happiness was,
Let the memory live again.
And stained with sand,
And you see the corner of her eye twist,
Like a crooked pin.
Midnight,
Not a sound from the pavement,
Has the moon lost her memory,
She is smiling alone,
In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet,
And the wind begins to moan.
Every streetlamp seems to whisper,
A fatalistic warning,
Someone mutters and the streetlamp gutters,
And soon it will be morning.
Memory,
All alone in the moonlight,
I could smile at the old days,
I was beautiful then,
I remember the time I knew what happiness was,
Let the memory live again.
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