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. Memory 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 memory live again. Every street lamp seems to beat. A faitilistic warning. Someone mutters and the street lamp gutters, and soon it will be morning. Sunshine. 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. Burn out ends of smoky days. The staleful smell of morning. The street lamp dies another nite is over. Another day is dawning.Touch me. It's so easy to leave me. All alone with a memory. Of my days in the sun. If you touch my you'll understand what happyness was. Look a new day. Has begun!