第39章（第2页）

midnight

notasoundfromthepavement

hasthemoonlosthermemory

射issmilingalone

inthelamplight

thewitheredleavescollectatmyfeet

andthewindbegingstomoan

memory

allaloneinthemoonlight

icansmileattheolddays

iwasbeautifulthen

irememberthetimeiknewwhathappinesswas

letthememoryliveagain

everystreetlamp

seemstobeatafatalisticwarning

someonemuttersandastreetlampgutters

andsoonitwillbemorning

daylight

imustwaitforthesunrise

imustthinkofanewlife

andimusn。

'tgivein

whenthedawncomes，tonightwillbeamemorytoo

andanewdaywillbegin

burntoutendsofsmokydays

thestalecoldsmellofmorning

astreetlampdies，anothernightisover

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