Pierre Rausch Poems

The travelreport from the ceiling
They sat there on the beach
And if anyone had a spot, it was denied
They sat there on the beach
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He woke each morning very early
With a sense of wonderment, a sense of being
blessed
He would be left ironic after hours of work
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One day it would be a dance dress
She was entitled to laugh if she wanted to
To be the bridesmaid like you
Glad in a million years
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The most disarming smile
Built into a hole in the wall
Nightingale Star
It had been taken early
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It took the decision away
It helps, she must go, go alone
Was staying with her
And push along the circuit
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They walked for ten minutes
They waited in a hot noisy line of people
Would it matter if they were loaded
Into the Lago Grande if they asked you
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I hear you, I swear to you
Why are you worried?
Like a post office book
Will you stop that
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She came back home next day
We had an open conversation
She helped me understand
When she returned, I was a man
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Modena City Ramblers, fantastic show
Take me to the magic of that glory
Blond Tuft, Blond Tuft, that's right
Blond tuft, into another night
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All your life and never thought about it
But there's something to tell
Of the cramp victim he had rescued
The people would start arriving in the next days
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