the gramaphone player
the gramophone's playing,
cracking with it's carachteristic noise,
it's playing a tune,
just for you
where's the sound gone?
silence kills my ears,
well, no song then,
I guess I was wrong
Hey hear, a sound,
comes from the grotesque horn,
no song, no cheerfull melody,
no, it's the poem,
you're reading right now.
Funny isn't it?...
cracking with it's carachteristic noise,
it's playing a tune,
just for you
where's the sound gone?
silence kills my ears,
well, no song then,
I guess I was wrong
Hey hear, a sound,
comes from the grotesque horn,
no song, no cheerfull melody,
no, it's the poem,
you're reading right now.
Funny isn't it?...
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| Auteur: The Mystery Pianist | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 maart 2007 | ||
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