Maltesa Babs Poem by Pierre Rausch
Maltesa Babs
One string, two strings, three strings
The plectrum will survive
A next mission brings a flavor
I got known to you for a while
That I can tell to the child in me
Maltesa Babs
Little working time
And out of it springs
The Neo truth
And with my tongue
To Maltesa Babs
Now I've come out of
Now I've come out of
The first Neo
What my grandmother told me
She knows what she wants
Many people believed it
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