Pierre Rausch Poems

Good men, good women
The last wave by
Just question to guess
A can opener
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I will love you there in my life
Once I wasn't, now I'm twice
With the lonesome and the useless
Forget I was the biggest mess
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I awoke in many places
Felt not a lot behind all these faces
I'd cross the road and entered the house
Why did you say well night
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In between wilderness and skyscrapers
Not just, the twilight star may be rapers
On paper it greens so green
On Mars it (/oughta, /it onna) blues so red
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And his daytime was at the templet, but at night, he stayed at the olivet
And there will be signs in the sun, in moons, in stars, the divine sun
The distress of nations scoring, perplexed waves roaring
Hearts failing from fear, naked, the expectations on earth
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Oh, oh, oh,
Kilobyte Officer base
Facile tidings, feed
Oh, oh, oh,
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The man had again become absorbed
Without displeasing her brother
I have heard something
It appears that while procuring some provisions
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O Love! were you a basil-wreath to twin
O Love! were you the scented fan
O Love! were you the hooded hawk upon my
hand
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Swept all the company river away
After lying and listening for a while
Two entry desks, reception
That will be the last we'll take for granted
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A good old classic priest
A good outstanding poet
That will make three sisters
That consists in one house
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