And they sang...
The prototypes...
'Je ne vous connais pas...'
And he got drunk
Not knowing
What they on media player wrote...
What they on files and folders saved...
His tablet was his only choice...
And he heard their french voice...
Singing there...
French...
So good...
Music likening a tune
Alien but not silent...
Voiced but so unvoiced...
So rhyme laced
As if he got drunk...
As if he in alleys of a french provincial town
Moved noiseless...
Smooth...
Blessed...
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