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WHOSE IS THE CROSS?
Green softness trampled by me,
Some ruby lips I can't see,
And this is my destiny!
Pleaides and Cassiopeia shine,
My saqi says there's no wine,
A VIP, but I cannot dine!
Take care I must while treading on earth,
Not a laughing matter or a joke, or mirth,
Some lovely maiden's awaited rebirth.
In some eyes I see the cat's guile,
In some there is a doleful smile,
Pray, tell me, what is your style?
Chris de Burgh croons his Eastern Wind,
My mind sees the misery and sighs,
How powerless are my prayers and cries!
There is a young woman who knows her world,
Some treacherous python around her curled,
Fantine, Esmeralda are still found, unfurled.
There is a man who loves the guillotine,
Likes to flirt with danger in his limousine,
Will he take care of helpless Fantine?
Many a promise I have unmasked as lies,
Many a vow does the treetop hide,
And yet the smile on her lips is wide!
Hallaj the mystic said I am the truth,
They cut him and they chopped him off,
Where is the messiah, whose is the cross?
