Encor Ô Poëte
Overover
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There was a time, where the days seemed brighter When the smiles were not cheated And summers much longer There was a time, where the black shades of the nights Did not paint the blue sky of your dreamer flights I was sailing above the ocean sound His salty notes were sprinkling my wounds The trip was long, but feelings were strong When I touched the Walpole ground In the hollow of the whirlwind An empty shell rested there He whispered to me something kind “Know that nobody will sell you here” So, I stayed for years on this forsaken stone Forgetting the screams of the clocks And spaces too small to plant my throne But the weather has turned to grey Giving a way to the storm Ripping the island from its base And wrecking the walls of my home I guess it’s supposed to be like this Let’s germinate the pleasure and the bliss And the candle of the peace To finally tear them into pieces The singing bells of the church woke me up, echoing across town Ache of memories lift the veil on a new day, cover up everything around When the morning velocity slap my average man’s face When I can’t drag loath limbs out of my bed When time passes without taking the time to blow And when I can’t put on the paper the graceful thoughts
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Written by: Arthur Bécart, Luca Vacca, Mathieu Manderick, Romain Lecluse
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