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 happy your days
I can dream of the old days,life was beautiful then ,I remember the time I knew what happiness was Let the memory live again...
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