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The Crowd

I see the city in celebration and delirious
Suffocating under the sun, and in joy
And I hear in the music, cries, and laughter
Exploding, rebounding all around me
And lost among the people who knock me down
Stunned, helpless, I stand there
Suddenly I turn around, he stepped back
And the crowd just threw me in his arms.
Carried by the crowd behind us
Kept us
Crushed us, one against the other
We form one body
And flow effortlessly
We grow, chained one to the other
We’re left happy, drunk and lucky
Driven by the crowd that rushes
And dances
A mad farandole
Both our hands kept bound together
And sometimes raised
Our bodies entwined
And we land
Happy, drunk, and lucky…
And the joy splashed by his smile
Pierced me and reflected in my heart
Suddenly I gave a cry among the laughter
When the crowd came and tore him from my arms…
Carried by the crowd behind us
Kept us
Carried us away from each other
I fight, and I struggle
But his voice is stifled by the laughter of the others
I scream in pain, and in fury, and in rage
And I cry…
Pulled by the crowd that rushes
And dances
A mad farandole
I am taken far away
And I clench my fists, cursing the crowd that stole
The man it gave me
And I never found again…
 
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La Foule

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