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Paris Island
Contributed by
walt
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Saturday, 3rd July 2004 @ 08:54:51 AM in AEST
Topic:
AmericanTragedy
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Oh I feel all the world is against me
in the hour before I wake
Sad is the child who lies beside me
Tired is the woman standing in the street
Torch of road brings the lonely
Homeless weif looking for streets of gold
Wife's tales told to the starving, food is goal
Labor builds the street we call home
see their face just like a movie pain and fear
Stand so tall from a country of shame
Blood they left on the fields of Dunkirk
Suddenly I smell the lilac of French perfume
if you new it was covering, death
would you still rent the room
Lady of the standing liberty
Scales bend the statue in the court
Laying outside the door of the blind
willful are the last of feeling died
Who will take and own the pride
Burns the way for the lost to find home
Lion devours all the food left on the table
She will hold the threat as long as the need
Children offer bowls of soup to the wander
Last of food given away with the desert of rain
Copyright ©
walt
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2004-07-03 08:54:51]
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Re: Paris Island
(User Rating: 1 )
by Cesaria1 on
Saturday, 13th November 2004 @ 12:45:29 PM AEST
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| Deep . . . very deep. I wish I knew more about Paris to understand. |
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Re: Paris Island
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by kassi124 on
Saturday, 30th October 2010 @ 03:22:49 PM AEST
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| this is reallyy good |
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