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not a sound from the pavement , |
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has the moon lost her memory, |
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the withered leaves collect at my feet |
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all alone in the moonlight |
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I can smile at the old days |
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the time I knew what happiness was, |
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every street lamp seems to beat |
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and a street lamp gutters |
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and soon it will be morning |
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all alone in the moonlight |
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I can smile at the old days |
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I must wait for the sunrise |
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I must think of a new life, |
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tonight will be a memory too |
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burnt out ends of smoky days |
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the stale cold smell of morning |
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all alone with the memory |
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youll understand what happinesss is |
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