Grey Ghosts
It is wet, raining softly, I walk the street
And I miss you, my dear, this windy day
Tears in my eyes, a sorrow so sweet
I wish that I could walk to you and meet
Just for one moment, just for one delay
It is wet, raining softly, I walk the street
You would always struggle, no to defeat
Fight valiantly against our mortal clay
Tears in my eyes, a sorrow so sweet
I wish to be beside you, on a park seat
But it was not to be, and now I pray
It is wet, raining softly, I walk the street
Memories return, grey clouds greet
Yet there is a rainbow, the sun's ray
Tears in my eyes, a sorrow so sweet
And now you run, so fast and fleet
I see your ghost often, a shadow grey
It is wet, raining softly, I walk the street
Tears in my eyes, a sorrow so sweet
1957: Ph'lip a vendu sa s'menche
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*Ph'lip a vendu sa s'menche.*
*Et Merrienne le r'proche.*
*Au Portinfé.*
Moussieu l'Editeu,
“En bein,” s'fit la Merrienne, hier au sé, quand ...
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