Rafik Romdhani

Your first face smiled to me
Soon your second one frowned
Your first face came out waggingly
The second like a cloud downed
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Oh life you tired me out
In taking this heart for a rock
On which you sunned like a beast
And grew your weeds of poison hemlock
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The dream is right
The dream is white
Ah aye aye aye!
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In love with the dark 'n with the light
Yapping gusts from the far South
Swishing to 'em the hem of the night
Blow and blowlike no other mouth
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Night obscures the day's eye
But is not enemy to dawns on the way
Birds' heads now asleep under their wings
See the full light of life in blindfolded skies
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In parliament

Everyone want to play the wolf
And everyone want to play the hunter
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Head, lean some more over the counter
People, like you, around you are burning inside now
'Cos hell won't burn all
Many things need repair
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Head, lean some more over the counter
People, like you, around you are burning inside now
'Cos hell won't burn all
Many things need repair
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Step by step in the abyss of revolution
The government struggles to be born
And we wait.
Donkey after donkey ate the constitution
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Where are your going in your dream
A bag of colorless years on shoulders
But the eyes still stubborn and agleam
And seeing and seeing
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Ifeel the smell
Ofhell and violence
War on us all from all
Violence grows whiskers
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Oh Time!
Foolish are all those
Who blindly trust you
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Wake up, nay rise 'n move on walk your dreams
Where waters run in silence, berry tree greens
The oldest well iswitness of birds' bones
Ah! like you, echoes all wishes through years
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Weary hearts like old houses
Suffer spiderwebs and ceiling dust
They carry the plough of times
But furrow the dreams beyond rust
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Ruiner after Ruiner!
Rides the riddles of life and grows
Man is but to wait and read his sorrows
Ruiner after ruiner
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Days you keep whisking us away in stunning vistas
And we hear sounds tearing apart the silent night
At times a beast sprouts out from the closest part
And as fear catches the eye many a star darkens
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Away in the fields of men
She sighs as she lumbers
Under the scorching sun,
Which with real embers
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Cloth Ball.
But you scythe it
Sometimes burn it
Disembowl it of all dreams therin
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Sing for me I sing for you
I want to love you love very true
Dig deeper those corners in you
You sweet Soul love is in blood!
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The eye that eats
From the mulberry tree
With the first crows
Of the morn is free
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