Feminism

Fragments of still life

Geetha B Feminism, Love, Poems

September and 23 December 2010

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Memories returned

Still pieces of life

from tables overturned

by love so rife

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 A tear on a cheek

A mere peck on the side

Not a symptom of weak

By no rules do I abide

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Or maybe the rule of love

That I like to observe

Perched with you, lil dove

The thought hit a nerve

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You may be perched so high

But remember perched above

Rocks sit and can never fly

So quit them to find the love

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How much can a being

into pieces just fragment

Upon darkness seeing

Each and every torment

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I know not of glass

As in stout plastic I am

This too shall pass

Both abjection and glam

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Picking up does lift

pieces like it does spirits

and helps come swift

Recognition of no limits

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Who else can be whole now?

And if you say rocks will fly

I won’t even question how

Won’t even dare to ask why

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Good morning sunshine

Geetha B Feminism, Love, Poems

Morning has broken, another bone in me

And whether I face it or whether I’d flee

The sun rises and on me pounces in glee

Stricken I’m standing on a quaking knee

 

13 December 2010

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When the rooster crows, I finally start

I realize that it is morning rise yet anew

My tired eyes from floor to ceiling dart

Of hours of sleep this month but a few

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My hair keeps falling in packs and lumps

For gift of dawn this price again I will pay

The chill of ill cools me with goose bumps

Announcing of mine glossy skin the decay

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In wake of morning I turn an ashen face

To peering light shining on the early dew

My mind goes still though without solace

As thoughts through it will race and skew

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And as the day wakes so does the dance

I would yet steel myself for this mine play

Good morning, let us rejoice and prance

And sing to glory yet another bright day

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A heaving heart would chance to meet

With fate of brewery and many a mew

And though I never shared such a treat

I wish and wish a drunken state I knew

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In drunken stupor them words I’d flaunt

Knowing not a sense in the words I say

With my sad mimics well-wishers I taunt

So they’d leave me alone without delay

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In the name of the rose

Geetha B Feminism, Love, Poems, Uncategorized

Rose, more rose for the play

Rose I rose mo(re )rose to pray

Rose I budded, rose to obey

Rose I fell, on my feet, I, prey

3 October 2010

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We are all roses and all we can hope

From bottomless pits, where we lie

that we do not get pulled by a rope

just to be left out to wither and die.

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My rose of anguish

My rose to vanquish

My rose not selfish

My rose was elfish

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The play I’d like in some love’s scope

I’d paint my toenails, paint them high

So they’d appear on love’s periscope

I’d be love’s colours, to paint and sigh

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My rose in colours

My rose just stutters

My rose love utters

My rose in clutters

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I’d paint for when I should be plucked,

Then I will will and I would and I would

but if I’d be that but to be blood-sucked

I’d balk yet again I should and I should

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My rose stays haughty

My rose dreams potty

My rose thinks mighty

My rose not almighty

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Alas my scent would go oh so wasted

For to be yet a mere object to present

Like the bittersweet I so often tasted

That play I would much direly resent

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My rose in tatters

My rose chatters

My rose splatters

Red ink’s matters

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Not a tidbit but grand banquet feasted

Would allow it to bring my heady scent

Or I would have been sad grey pasted

For in my life, colours would be absent

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My rose rings

My rose sings

My rose brings

Coloured wings

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Oh but to know rather than go ducking

Missing light in such a fathomless being

Oh but to think it was heaven’s plucking

and not play and not a mere sightseeing

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To be Rose of a day

But be Rose of a play

My roots are all away

My heart does decay

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Some with us compose an eternal scent

My life scent would not wilt, wither away

and others with us, hasten our descent

as another Rose mo(re)rose for the play

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My rose morose

My rose to dose

My rose to doze

Dead rose of course

Death ro(ws)(se) of course

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Reading of my poem on youtube

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x6nqfa-y0nA

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Point break, the limits of injustice that disappoint

Geetha B Child abuse, Feminism, French judiciary system, Injustice, Justice, Maternal rights, Minor children's rights, Poems, Racism

9 November 2010

 

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I await that one truly Just at last they will appoint

This justice system with injustice, us it did anoint

My finger is crooked my every member is disjoint

To wait and to point, myself, in vain I disappoint

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The waiting that stretches beyond breaking point

I am dead sea as arthritis invades my every joint

To injustice and inequity every finger I may point

But wailing and pointing, in vain are, though joint

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Reading of my poem on youtube

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iELXMPBQZY8

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZUjhQLB0hXY&feature=share

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French justice, a cloak of wear and tear

Geetha B Child abuse, Feminism, French judiciary system, Injustice, Justice, Love, Maternal rights, Minor children's rights, Poems, Racism

9 November 2010

 

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Fool I try to catch now what I had let go, haughty mare

Ailments in wailing I cry me a pail so wail as they stare

I go on oblivious to their frowns heeding not their glare

Banshee and ogress I turn, I once little frightened hare

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I run in a competition that has no concept left of the fair

My ankles flailing don’t allow me to climb so many a stair

Higher in injustice I rise and oxygen in purity fails my pair

Air I beseech, sweet air, oh I gasp within my hidden lair

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I run, reach out but all I reach is nothing but this thin air

I run here, no, wrong place it is there, I cry tear my hair

I seek; know not how to reach within this vile Vanity Fair

Blue white red between grey mirth and such dark despair

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Their justice more injustice would once more for us bare

In impunity they carve into their system with such care

Intricate details to make you win any if not all your share

Of misery as they deny you. Fight back? Don’t you dare!

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kylN_Fk-RNo

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AnR1FJ6yQq4&feature=share

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Exchanging role, relinquishing control

Geetha B Feminism, French judiciary system, Injustice, Justice, Love, Minor children's rights, Poems, Racism

4 November 2010

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Alas I am now imprisoned in my mind

And it seems I cannot set myself free

For no reason I have to always remind

Myself of torment and with such glee

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How to know when is the time to let go

How to know if blinded you cannot see

It is more difficult than you’d ever know

It would be for you, it is so hard for me

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Some say it is a mere question of now

Some deprive you of access to eternity

Some crude, lewd fail to even see how

You cannot, now set free, be but felicity

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I shake my head say this is mine plight

You cannot bear it, for it is mine to be

And on I would stay at it awake all night

Cloaked in renewed anguish and misery

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Darkness had me many a thought grind

As my mind wandered from coast to sea

I never meant to turn and look behind

You were meant to disappear, a remedy

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And through those nights I’d toil and row

As I tended and cared to them mine three

Alas you now smothered my trace in snow

Left me out in cold night wailing banshee

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When the marriage is dissolved no vow

Does that dissolve for me my maternity?

I bore them in me then, despite our row

You cannot fail my right to love but see

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I wither as he deprives me of their sight

My anguish is my only robe to the knee

I stumble may fall, I never learnt to fight

What was supposed to be one knit family

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Reading of my poem on youtube

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZDK6bz5mcE

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My colour blue

Geetha B Amour, Feminism, Injustice, Love, Poems, Racism

4 November 2010

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I was thinking of memories that come sweet

Memories soft when I think of us two

And as always it comes when our eyes meet

Soft and heartfelt my colour blue

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Take it away take it away and make it flee

All sadness will go now with you

As always when you come to just cloak me

Goes away from me the colour blue

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Time comes goes by and relentless I know

That for always you’d paint me with you

Time to time pink and rosy or yellow

When summer comes and shows us its dew

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Take it away take it away this sadness

And let the happiness shine through

For always when you come to me love

There’s no scent left of my colour blue

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Memories scorch me as they come engulf me

For without you it would come so true

Oh I thought I had lost it so rosy

Yet it comes back forlorn my colour blue

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Take it away take it away with gladness

The gladness I found out with you

And for always this colour paint rosy

So I can forget my colour blue

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But then darkness may come and wash over

All these rosy and pastels we knew

And it always remains as it was then

Only me and that washed colour blue

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Take it away take it away this madness

This madness when I’m missing you

For I still feel now and never less

Always painted this sad colour blue

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And it always remains as it was then

Only me and that washed colour blue

Only me and that washed colour blue

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Reading of my poem on youtube

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VfCKDI75cWw

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لا تلمني

Geetha B Feminism, Injustice, Justice, Love, Poems

21 أكتوبر

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لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن نزعت ثوبي و واجهت البحر

لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن فكرت طويلا و إخترت النَحر

لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن ذبلت عيني و نسيت السِحر

لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن إنحنى جسدي إنحناء القهر

لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن أشبعت بدموعي تلك النَهر

لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن شاب قلبي لكم واجه السَهر

لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن كنت إستبرعت بكسري الجبر

 

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فقد تراكمت في ركن خيالي و هي مدن

و ما بقى لي قطّ تراكما في جسدي ركن

عضَيت يدي عضًا و عضَتي عضم لا عضل

فتحت عينيَ فتحا و واجهت حائطا و لا أفق

 

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لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن نسيت في اليوم معنى الأيَام

لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن جهلت حساب تمادي الأرقام

لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن ما بقت في حياتي إلاَ الأوهام

لا تلمني

لا تلمني فقد تراكمت في قلب قلبي السِهام

لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن شككت في ديني وهو الإسلام

لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن فتحت فمي و ما خرجت الأنغام

لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن ما رأيت النّور في دمس الظَلام

 

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رحت تائهة مرارا في سبيلي عن النَهار بحثا

و ما وجدت في هذا السَبيل إلاَ وجعا و حرثا

و ما كانت الأحزان في حياتي منعزلة و حدثا

بل تشاجعت عنفا و إنتشرت في كل كوني بثًا

 

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لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن سار سيري في آفاق النَهار ليلا

لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن فتحت عروقي سيلا لدمي سيلا

لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن كثر ميل قلبي للحقد ميلا و ميلا

لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن ناديت ويلا و ما رأيت فيَ ويلا

لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن تحوَلت بقسوتي و صرت رجلا

لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن كثرت همومي و طفح كيلي كيلا

لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن نشفت ريقي و رال فمي ريلا

 

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لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن ما رغبت لصفوفكم الإنضمام

لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن كانت عصمتي بالوحدة إلتزام

لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن ما ألقيت عليك أنظار الإهتمام

لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن أطعمتك بذلك بسمٍ من السِمام

لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن كان لي معنى الوفاء الإحترام

لا تلمني

لا تلمني إن ما كان لي معنى الوفاء الإنتقام

لا تلمني

لا تلمني رجاءا و إحترم فإن الميت لا يلام

 

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Reading of my poem on youtube

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DS1RgJiAS-g

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Burn witch burn

Geetha B Feminism, French judiciary system, Injustice, Love, Maltraitance d'enfants, Maternal rights, Minor children's rights, Poems, Racism

And the witch burnt, flames crackling in delight

As her ghastly cackles rang wildly through the night

September 17 and October 10, 2010

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Stacking, packing, they crowed so, cheered on

Soon this dark Witch would be burnt, be gone

The trial you ask? Village fool a cloak did don

In the land of why not and a time once upon

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The men lined up jeering were hardly forlorn

One whistled soft sneers, another blew a horn

The women between two minds seemed torn

A woman gazed intently, nursing a new-born

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The wood was there now, it seemed enough

This burning, a chore, would not be so tough

They piled hearth, the smooth and the rough

A fledgling cried silenced by his mother’s cuff

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Yet the waif looked on at that tasteless sight

He seemed to find that in her dark was light

Prying open the maternal clutch ever so tight

He approached the pyre so observe he might

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Bushes thorny white into her hair had grown

To hold back her arms that eerie glow shone

And while there she stood on the altar alone

The moonlight sparkled on her face of stone

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With haggard glazed eyes she gazed around

Hands, helpless, behind her, she was bound

Eyes resting on that cherub’s face so round

She felt less the gnawing of the ruddy hound

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And as the fire soared higher, much higher

Lighting up her dark’s doom to their desire

Of the flame she felt not much the bite dire

Her eyes locked on to the eyes that inspire

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And so burnt the witch on a day of plenty

An age she counted two twenty and twenty

After she burnt, in the square again empty

The waif looked within where she lay gently

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Skipping away, as the sky had turned black

The waif ran home never even looking back

For he held now close tight in his heart rack

A shadow of her vengeance he would stack

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Reading of my poem on youtube

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t30lEf8XdL0

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Musique(s) (é)t( t)ripe(s)(nt)

Geetha B Féminisme, Feminism, Injustice, Love, Poems

Et viscères vis(sant)( sang) t(ant)(emps) (et)(é)vi(e)s( s)(c)(er)(é)rés

Boyaux en mélanges san(g)(s) (s’)(c)entre()mêl(é)(er)

L’amour (et)(é)vi(e )s(cè)(e)r(t)(e) et vi(e )(s)c(‘e)(è)(t)(re) re()naî(s)(t)

Mon corps en e(f)(st )fort, d(’)e(s)(f)forts patiné(s)

8 octobre 2010

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Arbre à chats ra(t )va(g)(j)e(u), arbre à ravager

Tourbillons de corps, tour(s )bill(on)(e)s (en)neigé(e)s

Trace(s soe)urs pist(es)(ant) (en) corps, trace(s soe)urs dépisté(e)s

Kawé s(’e)(a)n(s )dette(s) f(au)(o)r(e)(t), (p’)têt(r)e décapitée

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Dé(s )rid(és)(er) sans idées faut capituler

Do( )ré en()cor(ps)(e), ré do récapituler

Mi(-)( )fa(t) en( )cor(ps)(e), mi(-)()fa(t), en()cor(ps)(e) un trépas

Sol(e) l(a(s))(à) r(é)(ai(e)) sol(e) l(a(s))(à), enfin te voi(s )l(à)(as)

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Do ré mi fa sol la si do

Ta musique m’emporte trop haut

Do si la sol fa mi ré do

Il faut redescendre aussitôt

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Sol la fa sol la fa c(’)es(t) (tas) (ah)(à) mon trépas

D(o)(‘eau)( )r(é)(ai) mi(s) d(o)(‘eau)( )r(é)(ai) mi(s) mais oui mon ami

Sol(e) si r(é)(aie) sol(e) si r(é)(aie), faut il (c)(s’)im(es )(mo)(au)l(ait)(er)

D(o)(‘eau)( )r(é)(ai) mi(s) d(o)(‘eau)( )r(é)(ai) mi(s) mais oui mon amie

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Sol(e) l(a(s))(à) je revis sol(e) l(a(s))(à) te revoi(s )l(à)(as)

Si d(o)(‘eau) déjà l(à)(a)? C’est tro(p)(t) tôt pour moi

R(é)(ai) mi(s) Trop haut je(u) revi(s )r(ais)(é) mi( )ré(e) d(o)(‘eau)

Fa(t) sol(e), plus haut encore je(ux) m’immole(ent) l(à)(a) fa(ts)

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L(a)(à) si l(a)(à) je(u) di(x)(s) (ou)(wi)i(s), l(a)(à) sol(e) fa(t) r(é)(ai) mi(s)

D(o)(‘eau)( )r(é)(ai) mi(s) D(o)(‘eau)( )r(é)(ai), tu es l(à)(a)(’a)do()ré(e)

D(o)(‘eau)( )r(é)(ai) mi(s) fa(t) sol(e), ma douce( soe)ur mi(e) sol(e)

Ta musique au cor(ps) vol(e), (fa(t))(phare) (r(ai))é()cl(é)(ai)()r(er)(é) sol

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Do ré mi fa sol la si do

Ta musique m’emporte trop haut

Do si la sol fa mi ré do

Il faut redescendre aussitôt

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Sol(e) si r(é)(aie) sol(e) si r(é)(aie), faut-il (c)(s’)im(es )(mo)(au)l(ait)(er)

D(o)(‘eau)( )r(é)(ai) mi(s) D(o)(‘eau)( )r(é)(ai) mi(s), mais oui mon ami

R(é)(ai) fa(t) l(a)(à) R(é)(ai) fa(t) l(a)(à), voi(t-)là mon( )tr(ez )(é)pas

R(é)(ai) mi(s) fa(t) r(é)(ai) mi(s) fa(t), sou(s )vien(t)(s-)toi(t) de(ux) moi(s)

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R(é)(ai) fa(t) l(a)(à) R(é)(ai) fa(t) l(a)(à), ma vie pas(se) (sa)(e)n(s) toi

Sol(e) l(a)(à) fa(t) Sol(e) l(a)(à) fa(t), ta vie pas(se) (sa)(e)n(s) moi

Si d(o)(‘eau) si d(o)(‘eau) si d(o)(‘eau), sans toi(t) je(u) chant(e) (tout) faux

D(o)(‘eau) si d(o)(‘eau) si d(o)(‘eau) si, chante donc toi (h)au(t )(s)si

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R(é)(ai) mi(s) fa(t) r(é)(ai) mi(s) fa(t), sou(s )vien(t)(s-)toi(t) de(ux) moi(s)

R(é)(ai) fa(t) l(a)(à) R(é)(ai) fa(t) l(a)(à), ta vie pas(se) (sa)(e)n(s) moi

R(é)(ai) mi(s) fa(t) r(é)(ai) mi(s) fa(t), et join(t)s-moi(s) (à)(hâte-) toi

R(é)(ai) fa(t) l(a)(à) R(é)(ai) fa(t) l(a)(à), ma vie pas(se) (sa)(e)n(s) toi

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Chant de mon poème chanson sur youtube

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8wuwM42le8s

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