paroles de chanson Rupi's Dance - Jethro Tull
                                                She 
                                                dances 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                flower-filled 
                                                room 
                                                –
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sea-green 
                                                eyes 
                                                a-sparking.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                are 
                                                they 
                                                blue? 
                                                The 
                                                message 
                                                clear:
 
                                    
                                
                                                Seduce 
                                                the 
                                                master, 
                                                winking.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dainty 
                                                feet 
                                                circles 
                                                inscribe
 
                                    
                                
                                                Upon 
                                                the 
                                                frozen 
                                                parquet.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Arabesque 
                                                in 
                                                compound 
                                                time:
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stately 
                                                Pavane 
                                                or 
                                                Bourée.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sultry 
                                                smile, 
                                                come 
                                                hither 
                                                gaze 
                                                –
 
                                    
                                
                                                Black 
                                                hair 
                                                softly 
                                                shining.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Calls 
                                                me 
                                                up 
                                                to 
                                                half-lit 
                                                bed.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweet 
                                                cloud 
                                                with 
                                                golden 
                                                lining.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                so 
                                                young 
                                                with 
                                                ageless 
                                                smile 
                                                –
 
                                    
                                
                                                Born 
                                                of 
                                                ungodly 
                                                maker
 
                                    
                                
                                                Draws 
                                                me: 
                                                moth 
                                                to 
                                                candle 
                                                bright 
                                                –
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fiery 
                                                pleasure-seeker.
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                dances 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                flower-filled 
                                                room 
                                                –
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sea-green 
                                                eyes 
                                                a-sparking.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It′s 
                                                Rupi's 
                                                dance: 
                                                the 
                                                message 
                                                clear.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Her 
                                                movement 
                                                does 
                                                the 
                                                talking.
 
                                    
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