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Cats
Nov 5, 2018 3:00:59 GMT
Post by progressiveelement on Nov 5, 2018 3:00:59 GMT
πΊπΌπΈπΉπ»π½πΏπΎπ
Midnight π
Not a sound from the pavement π
Has the moon lost her memory π
She is smiling alone π
In the lamplight π¦
The withered leaves collect at my feet ππππππππππ
And the wind begins to moan ππππππ
Memory, all alone in the moonlight π
I can dream of the old days π΄
Life was beautiful then π«ππͺ
I remember the time I knew what happiness was πππππππ
Let the memory live again πππππππ
Every street lamp seems to beat π½
A fatalistic warning π±
Someone mutters and the street lamp sputters π
Soon it will be morning π
Daylight π
I must wait for the sunrise π
I must think of a new life and πͺ
I mustn't give in πͺ
When the dawn comes π
Tonight will be a memory too π
And a new day will begin π
Burnt out ends of smoky days π
The stale cold smell of morning π
A street lamp dies π¦
Another night is over π
Another day is dawning π
Touch me, π
It is so easy to leave me π
All alone with the memory π
Of my days in the sun π
If you'll touch me, π
You'll understand what happiness is πππππππππππ
Look, a new day has begun... π
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Cats
Nov 5, 2018 3:05:05 GMT
Post by maya55555 on Nov 5, 2018 3:05:05 GMT
proggy
Are you giving the feetsin a run for his money?
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Cats
Nov 5, 2018 3:15:28 GMT
Post by progressiveelement on Nov 5, 2018 3:15:28 GMT
proggy
Are you giving the feetsin a run for his money? Fleetsin writes his own stuff, while I am emoji visualising an Andrew Lloyd Webber musical. π
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Post by Catman η«ηδΈ»δΊΊ on Nov 5, 2018 6:02:04 GMT
Grizabella rocks.
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