Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamp light
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Every street lamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the 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 musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
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
"Never judge a book by its cover."
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