In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet And the wind begins to moan
Memory All along in the moonlight I can dream of the old days I was beautiful then I remember the time I knew what happiness was Let the memory live again.
Every streetlamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning. Someone mutters and a street lamp sputters and soon it will be morning
Daylight I must wait for the sunrise I must think of 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.
Burnt out ends of smokey days the stale cold smell of morning. The street lamp dies another night is over 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 you'll understand what happiness is Look a new day has begun
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