Justify You, Justify Me Poem by Pierre Rausch

On that warf, certain critics to delight
And yet, any one who follows the course
No, said the priest, justify me,

As for myself, I justify you
With all love for my country
Justify me, justify you

Questions to which there exists no reply
These are beginning

Just know that no auscultation
Let us sell what is left
A steady pain in her shoulder
That she might do what she likes
But in what trade can one earn
Justify you, justify me
Come! ' said she, 'let us sell what is left
Appathy their stepping stone

And buttermilk gives ground for self-made ice-cream

With this exception, he was in all things just
Always having a little fire
With this exception, he was in all things just
He was so tolerant
Whether he had been the lonely one
The bolt must have been drawn
Wether an old market-gardener's house
The application of a plate of lead
This bed with the strict diet
Good gracious yes
The severe square crests of the towers of Notre Dame

The bridge once crossed, he perceived some timber.
For which all faults in the least serious are reserved.
Veil, - those two blankets devising.

On the pier,
He usually landed about midnight
The dragons advanced at walk
They halted from the little bridge
Yes, behold it trist again
Controversial and certain
The carriage in which she said

The severe square crests of the towers of Notre Dame
With this exception, he was in all things just
Questions to which there exists no reply
There is something indescribable there
The severe square crests of the towers of Notre Dame
To justify you, justify me
To justify you, to justify me