POÈTE
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Poète
Fay's
Poet
SHINe
He made that poor piano moan with melody.
Poète Maudit
Poète
Nayrouz
Poète
Kalizam
Poète
Abdel capo
Poète
Arbon
Poète
Nbz
Poète
ROMU M
Droning a drowsy, syncopated tune
Poète Maudit
The stars went out and so did the moon.
Poète Maudit
He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool.
Poète Maudit
Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon
Poète Maudit
By the pale dull pallor of an old gas lamp
Poète Maudit
Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool
Poète Maudit
Even as you see me now I can still make forays to the very walls of heaven.
Poète Maudit
Untitled (Eternity. It is the sea merged with the sun.)
Poète Maudit
People quickly grow accustomed to being the slaves of mystery.
Poète Maudit
Take eloquence and wring its neck.
Poète Maudit
He played a few chords then he sang some more.
Poète Maudit
Strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.
Poète Maudit
In my own country I am in a far off land.
Poète Maudit
To the tune o' those Weary Blues.
Poète Maudit
And far into the night he crooned that tune
Poète Maudit
While the Weary Blues still echoed through his head.
Poète Maudit
I had not begun to see you, you were dawn.
Poète Maudit
With his ebony hands on each ivory key
Poète Maudit
No! No! Now I rise up against death!
Poète Maudit
In a deep song voice with a melancholy tune
Poète Maudit