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Memory

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 beat a fatalistic warning.
Someone mutters, and the streetlamp gutters.
And soon it will be morning.

Memory, all alone in the moonlight.
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.