Memory - Hayley Westenra
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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.
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.
Every street lamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning.
Someone mutters and a street lamp gutters
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 smoky 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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