Jean-luc Le Maistre Poems

One day she's going to be a star,
with the way she sings and strums on her guitar,
On a cold winters day sitting in her room,
this is the way her songs begin to bloom.
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I know you live so far away,
but I'm thinking of you night and day,
without you Baylie my skies would be grey,
‘I love you' I will always say,
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With my pike I swing away,
For it is my enemy I have to slay,
I do not wish to die in war,
For it is filled, with blood and gore.
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I can't wait for that day,
the day I lay my eyes on you,
and tell you all the things,
I've been wanting to say.
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Black birds fly,
up and over hills,
a distant place,
mind in space,
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Nights at Hilary's, your hands like an icicle
But your hands in mine, they were ignitable

Looking back now, we're watching Harry Potter
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