Gang Of Four (Distant Dream) Poem by Pierre Rausch

Reserved regard when he thought of
Somebody who has had his whole life
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I know that voice from somewhere
To punch a ticket anymore
To take a photo further for
A plaster on the paved surface
A band-aid on the cobbles
I would like to call you
I would like to come to you
A small smile on the face
These are twenty years
So excited on screen
So exhausted afterwards
A cassette for the young
I have only written one song
When I write
Who did not stir anymore
Immediately to the woman
These schemes in the distance
There suddenly lightens up
An abrupt image ramification