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I paddled the canoe toward a mountain place
Watched the gentle swaying of a windsock
The breeze appeared to whisper "she's left her box"
The stars danced in circles above Alsace

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The Genie in his bottle rode the Caspian Sea
With folkloric symbols that no one would read
While humming a tune, not a word he said
As he sipped from a goblet of eau-de-vie

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Oh, Mr. Genie wandering devoid of light
You claim the souls of Acheron
Give apocalyptical readings from the bow of 101
As you hide in your sanctum, a vagrant of night

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I shall leave these waters without further adieu
Paint images that haunt your glassy sea
The bottomless echoes seem to be enticing me
Beyond pastel paths toward coral reefs blue

dernier 101

010-04-08









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