Like you
Like you, she had bright eyes and a velvet dress
Beside her mother, surrounded by her family,
She looks a little distracted amid the sun’s last rays at the end of the day
The photo isn’t a good one, but you can see from it
The happiness of a person and the gentleness of an evening.
She loved music, particularly Schumann, and after him Mozart,
Like you, like you, like you, like you,
Like you, like you, like you, like you,
Like you, upon whom I’m looking down,
Like you, asleep, dreaming of whatever,
Like you, like you, like you, like you,
She went to the village school below,
She learned her books and she learned the laws,
She sang about frogs and princesses asleep in the woods
She loved her dolls and she loved her friends,
Suroît, Ruth and Anna and above all Jeremy,
They might get married one day, perhaps in Warsaw,
Her name was Sarah and she wasn’t yet eight years old,
Her life was gentleness, dreams and white clouds,
But other people had decided otherwise
She had bright eyes and she was your age
She was a little girl with no axe to grind and very good,
But unlike you she wasn’t born here and now
Like you, like you, like you, like you,
Like you, like you, like you, like you,
Like you, upon whom I’m looking down,
Like you, asleep, dreaming of whatever,
Like you, like you, like you, like you,
2006-12-08 06:39:37
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answer #1
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answered by Doethineb 7
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She had pale eyes and a velvet dress
By her mother and the family around
She is posing absent-minded in the soft sun of the end of the day
The photograph is not good but still we can see
She was happiness embodied and the evening softness
She loved music, especially Schuman and Mozart
Like you, like you, like you,
Like you, like you, like you,
Like you, like you, like you,
Like you I keep my eyes down
Like you who sleeps and dreams of who knows what
Like you, like you, like you,
She went to the village school downhill
She was learning books, she was learning laws
She sang “the frogs and the sleeping beauties”
She loved her doll, she loved her friends,
And especially Ruth, Anna and Jeremie
And they would get married some day, maybe in Varsaw
She was called Sarah, she was barely 8
Her life, it was gentleness, dreams and white clouds,
But some others had decided this should be otherwise
She had pale eyes and she was the same age as yours
But she was not born like you, here and now
Like you, like you, like you,
Like you, like you, like you,
Like you I keep my eyes down
Like you who sleeps and dreams of who knows what
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I hope this would be ok, I am not a poet. I do like this song too. Thanks for reminding me about it, I am going to listen to it straight away
2006-12-08 14:55:01
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answer #3
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answered by Anonymous
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