Andrew Lloyd Webber - Memory

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.
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.

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