Jellylorum:
You see the border of her coat is torn, and stained with sand
Jemima:
And you see the corner of her eye twist like a crooked pin
Grizabella:
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...
Every street lamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters in the 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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