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See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose t...Daylight<br />See the dew on the sunflower<br />And a rose that is fading<br />Roses whither away<br />Like the sunflower<br />I yearn to turn my face to the dawn<br />I am waiting for the day . . .<br /><br /><br /><br />Midnight<br />Not a sound from the pavement<br />Has the moon lost her memory?<br />She is smiling alone<br />In the lamplight<br />The withered leaves collect at my feet<br />And the wind begins to moan<br /><br /><br /><br />Memory<br />All alone in the moonlight<br />I can smile at the old days<br />I was beautiful then<br />I remember the time I knew what happiness was<br />Let the memory live again<br /><br /><br /><br />Every streetlamp<br />Seems to beat a fatalistic warning<br />Someone mutters<br />And the streetlamp gutters<br />And soon it will be morning<br /><br /><br /><br />Daylight<br />I must wait for the sunrise<br />I must think of a new life<br />And I musn't give in<br />When the dawn comes<br />Tonight will be a memory too<br />And a new day will begin<br /><br /><br /><br />Burnt out ends of smoky days<br />The stale cold smell of morning<br />The streetlamp dies, another night is over<br />Another day is dawning<br /><br /><br /><br />Touch me<br />It's so easy to leave me<br />All alone with the memory<br />Of my days in the sun<br />If you touch me<br />You'll understand what happiness is<br /><br /><br /><br />Look<br />A new day has begunTimuchehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02817771026958774997noreply@blogger.com