T.S. Eliot
Memory (Live)
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

Memory, 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 begin again

Every street lamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters at the pale light shudders
And soon it will be morning

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

Thanks, everybody. I'm gonna leave you with one more before Mr. Rapp joins us.