Pierre Rausch Poems

As people loose their ways, loose friends, loose luck
The real hero loves milk
The real heroe takes never drugs
Show it the other, give it another
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English
Each key has born time, dead art, poetry; sublime old start
Seeing he had born a savage country out of date
Gives rocks small lee-wray, the chopped seas held that year
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Come with me, come to the sea
Come with me, you need to be
You need this answer to agree
You need this answer in the sea
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I'm the mood, I wanna scroll' my turn cow low
I'm in the mood, wanna roll my traffic
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna wrap a jam
But then again I said oh oh oh
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(Huguenot) attitude
Which turns towards all that belongs
Which knows where it pleases
All of a sudden
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That name carries you
Is purified as you
Takes care when you declare
You'll build your world with mine paired
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Underpath, tunnels, flags,
Ambulance to steers
Fly eighthundred miles
Drive eighthundred miles
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As these do not appear
Not your face to be-tear
Nor sunlight on a broken column
Ends thee swinging autumn
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Samson, flee, the grinding melon collie
The last bastion agreed, a bit of freedom, a bit of green
He lost his faith in the site of spleen; a prophecy in the last bastion, dark shall
be the candle-session
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She opens it to the perforrmance door,
Her hair lets crisp the wind,
Shadow divides her face, the face
She stands there in the open door,
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