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MidnightNot a sound from the pavementHas the moon lost her memoryShe is smiling aloneIn the lamplightThe withered leaves collect at my feetAnd the wind begins to moan Memory, all alone in the moonlightI can dream of the old daysLife was beautiful thenI remember the time I knew what happiness wasLet the memory live again. DaylightI