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Who sang the voice of Paris
On stages of satin,
Who started on streets,
Passersby threw change for chords.
I am the real diva
Begging rhetoric time and again
"What's the point? What is the point?
If I can't what's the point of being
Edith Piaf?"
Give me the porcelain doll in the window.
I am the real Edith Piaf
Who wanted nothing but the rain
in a circus of starless nights
Where she would sing to the angel
Mother Mary who offered sight again
When she opened her eyes to satin
In a garden where her only mother cried
"She can see! She can see!"
I am the real Edith Piaf.
If I can't, what's the point?
I want the poercelain doll,
Rain to block circus lights.
I want you and you
Who have ever scoffed to see.
I am the real Edith Piaf
I sing to the angel before he takes me
Before Paris falters and I
Fall on the stage of satin screaming
"I can sing! I can sing!
If I can't, what's the point?"
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