they must submit

there where hearts are poor

souls are sick

and pockets thick

to kings and queens

or just to you and me

who they think are weak

for remaining free

hate today

like they hate their life

they both seem too long

praying for night

waiting for death

they have no respect

speaking jealously

they just can't see

why we love violets

and sad melodies

when there's no profits

in planting seeds

or humming as we walk

through the trees

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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