Une Chanson

Une Chanson
Yeah yeah, microphone check, 1, 2, 3...
In the place to be,
It is I, the are-K-A-D-E,
Dropping poems on your telephone.
And it goes a little like this:
The tears of a clown make the whole world laugh; hee hee.Â
And on that note, man, just give me a call, alright?
Peace.Â
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