MemoryAll alone in the moonlightI can smile at the old daysI was beautiful thenI rememberThe time I knew what happiness wasLet the memory live again
Every street lampSeems to beat a fatalistic warningSomeone mutters at the street lamp guttersAnd soon it will be morning.
Every street lampSeems to beat a fatalistic warningSomeone mutters at the street lamp guttersAnd soon it will be morning.
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