See the dew on the sunflower,
And a rose that is fading,
Roses whither away;
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn,
I am waiting for the day.

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.

All alone in the moonlight,
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then;
I remember the time I knew what happiness was,
Let the memory live again.

Every streetlamp,
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning;
Someone mutters
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 musn't give in;
When the dawn comes,
Tonight will be a memory too,
And a new day will begin.

Burnt out ends of smoky days,
The stale cold smell of morning;
The streetlamp dies, another night is over,
Another day is dawning .

Touch me,
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun;
If you touch me,
You'll understand what happiness is;
Look, a new day has begun.

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