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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.
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.