THE SLUMS
(Des Bas fonds)
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Into this dark mire, this private hell<o:p></o:p>
Sometime I lose my way for hours<o:p></o:p>
Forgetting the world, unknown to heaven<o:p></o:p>
When Im unlikely to suit them.<o:p></o:p>
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In this close and devastated universe,<o:p></o:p>
Gravediggers unlimited reserves,<o:p></o:p>
Im searching for a sign, a hope, a key<o:p></o:p>
An ultimate antidote to ease the pain<o:p></o:p>
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Never ending fight of deadly thoughts<o:p></o:p>
Binding me to this lethal fate<o:p></o:p>
Against embellished images from ephemerals joys<o:p></o:p>
Helping us to await the reaper<o:p></o:p>
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Into this dark mire, this private hell<o:p></o:p>
Sometime I lose my way for hours<o:p></o:p>
Searching in the shadows of my parallels lives<o:p></o:p>
For the ultimate antidote to ease the pain<o:p></o:p>
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The soul has his slums ignored by the deepest soul<o:p></o:p>
Labyrinth where we often get lost<o:p></o:p>
From the Deep the groundswell is breaking your will<o:p></o:p>
To spread out your wings and reach the light <o:p></o:p>
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© Gilles MIJOUIN 2006<o:p></o:p>