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Sunday, February 8, 2009. Not a sound from the pavement. Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone. The withered leaves collect at my feet. And the wind begins to moan. All alone in the moonlight. I can smile at the old daysI was beautiful then. I remember the time I knew what happiness was. Let the memory live again. Seems to beat a fatalistic warning. And the streetlamp gutters. And soon it will be morning. I must wait for the sunrise. I must think of a new life. And I musnt give in. Just fol.

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Sunday, February 8, 2009. Not a sound from the pavement. Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone. The withered leaves collect at my feet. And the wind begins to moan. All alone in the moonlight. I can smile at the old daysI was beautiful then. I remember the time I knew what happiness was. Let the memory live again. Seems to beat a fatalistic warning. And the streetlamp gutters. And soon it will be morning. I must wait for the sunrise. I must think of a new life. And I musnt give in. Just fol.

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