Letra de Peut-être Poetry
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I carry thoughts in my headmashine
unable to make them sound
I cannot make you hear their scheme
unable to make them sound
I cannot make you hear their scheme
until some new words got refound
I am happy that
the modern times are gone yet?
and 'we became snappy' said:
an anachronistically rising sunset
we pleasantly stopped and watched too far
losing our other tongue
undescribing snarly stars and scars -
wrongs that never had been sung
I am lucky that
after all we made it back
and 'we got sticky' said:
the world's copy is either grey or white and black
I say lets try again
who knows where we will end
hopefully maybe we can
invent
new ways to describe our old frame more clearly then
I am happy that
the modern times are gone yet?
and 'we became snappy' said:
an anachronistically rising sunset
we pleasantly stopped and watched too far
losing our other tongue
undescribing snarly stars and scars -
wrongs that never had been sung
I am lucky that
after all we made it back
and 'we got sticky' said:
the world's copy is either grey or white and black
I say lets try again
who knows where we will end
hopefully maybe we can
invent
new ways to describe our old frame more clearly then
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