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I am heads and I am tails
Tender under my shell
I offer my back to turbulence
And my withdrawal in the face of violence
My face turns towards those
Who , like me, love softness
I pile up pieces of sky
I erase the images
Which call for carrnage
Poor of me, of flesh, of bones and singing
I'm not High, I'm not Low
I'm not in, I'm not in
I'm heads and I'm tails
A subtle game of sleight of hand
One day Off, the other day On
I always turn off when someone rings my bell
Turn my back to the telecom
I am zero pointe dot com
In international circles
I have already been crowned Poor
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Poor me, of flesh, bones and song
I am not High, I am not Low
I do not use In, I am not not into it
Neither putative, nor submissive
I have fun contact
Without putting my fingers in the socket
I friend keep me informed
I'm pale in artifice
I am strictly brown
When people talk to me about curses
I feel more like a blond angel
Poor of myself, of flesh, of bones and of song
I'm not High, I'm not Low
I'm not using In, I'm not in it