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• Artiste: Cobalt 60
• Titre: It
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It´s not a thing It´s alive It´s not a plant Though it often crawls It can trumpet Yelp and bark Cackle whine Chatter bleat Troat and whistle Or at least Fill the air With its ugly cries So prone to swindle Those of its kind It shakes all over Doesn´t know why Thinks it´s immortal But has to die And when its end comes It starts to cry It strukes about like a King Wriggles turns Comes and goes Works all day Sleeps all night When it doesn´t work It has to hide Always... Restless dance... Restive it will never learn All the things It can not discern So prone to swindle Those of its kind It shakes all over Doesn´t know why Thinks it´s immortal But has to die And when its end comes It starts to cry It shakes all over Doesn´t know why And when its end comes It starts to cry It spreads around the sphere Feeding itself with life It can not understand Shakes all over Doesn´t know why Doesn´t know why When life Takes it down a peg It feigns To be called Chosen crowned Thinks it´s immortal But has to die It shakes all over Doesn´t know why t Thinks it´s immortal But has to die