PICCOLEGRANDIEMOZION

MEMORY

Midnight. Not a sound from the pavement.
Has the moon lost his mem'ry?
She is smiling alone.
In the lamplight
the withered leaves collect at my feet.
and the wind begins to moan.
Mem'ry. 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 mem'ry live again.
Ev'ry 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 mem'ry
of my days in the sun.
If you touch me you'll
understand what happiness is.
Look a new day has begun.
Look a new day has begun.

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