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Marshal is there
I am jailed in my own soul
I couldn't take it
I can't break it.

It's just as if I was maroon
lonely, alone and marroned
In my own heart, it is cold as ice.
What can I change ?
What could I do ?

Girl, it is as if you ware this marshal in my mind
You martirize me day and night
So how does it feel ?
Being lonely and with none to share
My heart and my soul wouldn't bear it.
Enough is enough
I too much long lived alone
I'll have to change this


© Frédéric COTTA
15/06/1999