[OK, I don't have a recording handy, so the scansion is probably off, but...]

_Saved Game_ (_Memory_, AL Webber's _Cats_)

Midnight, not a sound from the gamers
has Piro flushed his RAM? -
he is smiling, alone:

in the starlight, inferences collect as they sleep:
and Piro begins to moan.
memory: all alone after the dark,
he can smile about the day...
was she so beautiful?

I'm sure in time I'll learn what makes you happy,
I'll play Princess Maker again
Every streetlamp flickers as I recharge my battery
Largo mutters something unimportant --
soon it will be morning.

Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new game
and I musn't give up:
when the dawn comes, tonight will be a saved game too
and a new game will begin.

(Burnt-out Athlons' smoky grave =
the beer-ful smell of Largo)

The streetlamp dies
another night is over
another game is starting --

play with me, it's so easy to do;
share with me your memory --
what made you smile, Piro?

If you play with me, I'll learn what your happiness is:
look, a new game has begun.


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