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Dec 12, 2007 22:19

 Like an empty restaurant filled with perfume or balloons
 I sit and entertain the bizarre guests of my soul
Cocorosie 

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bebo_ciglia December 14 2007, 03:09:51 UTC
Read The Question, a poem by Pablo Neruda.
Then tell me what you think.

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bebo_ciglia December 14 2007, 03:18:26 UTC
oh, and my favorite cocorosie lyric is:

The countryside looks bare
Without you lying in her grass.
The stream is dry
And the crickets silent.
There's no music in the night.
I'd become smoke
And hide in your cigarette pack.

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And mine bebo_ciglia December 15 2007, 00:08:25 UTC
Mozart's requiem will play from tiny speakers made of clay

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