Power I used to think much about death I'd set accurate dates When I'd die, the last was at the age of twenty-eight Now at thirty-three I Walk in Paris and I see people dead Who think they're alive, and I Walk in Paris from store to store and can't Find poetry books, they're in the corner where no one can See, in a city of people dead People without poetry I used to think much about death Now every day keeps me away I walk from death into live Into the light and one day I'll see the great light On the day people call death It will be long ago as always I'll meet you there at seventeen To tell you there's love, not only despair You'll meet me there at seventeen To tell me there's life, not only death And our lives will endlessly change What has passed and what will be In David's Star will cross will kiss What has passed will be and is Will untie and will collide So I tell you that's no life That's not the world cause there's, you see Above all this there's something else
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