Omarbetad sångtext till en ”typ” sonnet.
Anatole. Oh we sonnetAnatole Oh we sonnet about the times we never grasp or the ones we really do but way to fast Im boomed in our beutiful ache or my ache, which is my own that is you have yours for other reasons i presume Its hard. Of course it is. I open my plume.
Anatole
Yet still it is this urge of going on the brighter side Be strong through the beuty of life Someday i will colapse just as he said in someones arms. Hes such a clever sport, so utterly smart with his words Perhaps ill find that someone who can bear all that i am, all the love i want to give.
Anatole
There our hands were tangeled like rangers with a lasso first missed then thrown in a perfect place Once hoowvered in the catch were caught like ” no we cannot escape this rodeo” it always leave a trace And then…how do you tame this wildness of perculiar nonsens with life songs from the cookoo patteo No one of us knew but we rode the storm in which we subsided. Oh what a wild ride, and it goes on we cant deny it
Anatole ( Are you playing a role?) Anatole ( your soul) Anatole ( oh)
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