sebastien
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posté le 23-03-2007 à 21:48:12
Hi, Declan. I'm a French fan and I wrote for you a poem about you. Thanks to give me your opinion, if you want.
« DECLAN GALBRAITH »by Seb, 2007
There is, up on the hilltop
The nicest of all flowers
Since your birth, you never drop
Vegetation is as singers
I mean that flowers never die
But people, yes, we say goodbye
Except when you sing “Tell me why”
Whole populace is still alive
It’s right, when you’re here
Everybody listens
Your voice so crystal-clear
Like lot of suns
Between flowers, a seed
Is travelling to Germany
And over there, germinated
From England, in reality
His name is Declan Galbraith
Thanks to his beautiful voice
We can take a deep breath
He’ll always be our best choice
All public is fan
Others are wrong
Fan of you, Declan
And of each song
Immediately after hearing
In a clip, the smallest sound
I looked for my saving
And ran to pay with Pound
Your wonderful and precious disk
Even both, without them I’m lost
On a website devoid of risk
It’s not grave how much do they cost
I play on piano
Your melodies
Thanks to them, I can go
In prettiest dreams
Admirers are all the same
That’s why I feel a little shame
Nevertheless, the joy came
When someone pronounces your name
It’s difficult to find a rhyme
Because it’s not my mother tongue
Living in France isn’t a crime
To this Country, I belong
You sing in Berlin
With your sublime English
Nights in white satin
Already finish
It seems short when it’s so great
On-the-spot, a song, I wrote
To congratulate your so perfect
Mellow tones since the first note
I knew very beginning
With your tremendous disk I buy
I’ll tell you one more thing
If I weren’t so shy
Title says “Thank you”
In your last CD
I say that and I’ll do
Infinitely
Hi, Declan Galbraith
I wish to you good health
I care for you, and over
Like a brother
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