[GRIZABELLA]
You see the border of her coat is torn and stained with sand
And you see the corner of her eye twist like a crooked pin
Silence
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
Every street lamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and a street lamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember a time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
You see the border of her coat is torn and stained with sand
And you see the corner of her eye twist like a crooked pin
Silence
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
Every street lamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and a street lamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember a time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
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