Marche Poems - Poems about Marche

...I would have liked to be in the head of Claude Debussy, write the “afternoon prelude of a faunal”, Or "the toy box", or "Bergamasque suite", "La mer", be a musician, a seer, and invent new music, ......

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...Everyone must discover the truth, Watching a small red cargo ship move away From the port of Brest, slowly By unmasking the young man who walks Without fear of passing people, Ignoring the bake......

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...A man without a car is a poor fellow, It’s like a cowboy without a horse, a lonely soul, He doesn’t know what to do or who to visit in the ranches, He walks alone in Los Angeles or Dallas, He c......

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...SHINE ON DARLING MORNING LIGHT Shine on darling, right; Morning you're light; Burgundy beautiful woman Passionate are you my flower; Purposely I shall plant in my heart forever; Your crimso......

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...Laissez-nous Chanter sans Murs If you ever can dance En français s’il vous plaît Avec les enfants Get in on, let the walls fall along See all the colors See all the little ones Writing l......

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...If you ever can dance En français s’il vous plaît Avec les enfants Get in on, let the walls fall along See all the colors See all the little ones Writing love notes on the elder’s wall Peace......

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...Everywhere a whistle blows Seemingly from nowhere And I stop to look around Fearing I’m breathing in cruel air I met her in the shrine garden She took her oath in silence She saw the eyes of Go......

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...my paris begins with those early days as a conscious flaneur i recall the couple seated opposite me on the metro when i was still innocent of its labyrinthine complexity slim pretty w......

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......my paris begins with those early days as as a conscious flaneur I recall the couple seated opposite me on the metro when i was still innocent of its labyrinthine complexity slim pretty white girl ......

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...Sommeil, vient à vous que vous fermez vos yeux. Dérive dans les profondeurs de votre esprit. Flottant dans de nombreux endroits. Toucher sur aucun. Soudain, je suis devant vous. Comme, je march......

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...You who sexless heard the pounding of the sex nerves conditioned to the tune through all the slushy push of distending flesh in the ooze slime of semen ******l ......

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