When a holy anthem is sung
Wait for a cyan story to be told
I will stand up
Give you a wave
Into your blind and sad body
Embrace your eyes
Those black, screaming names in your eyes
How does it drown you out?
Like a vast sea drowning a boat
This is no one else's sunset
It's not the scene of my dreams
I should be calm and open
In these dull yellow days
Why does the color in the heart still have color?
Wait for a gorgeous fireworks gone
Wait for a grand dream curtain
I will return my black body to black
My tattered clothes I threw on the bank
Even a heavy rain can't wash my body clean
Isn't black a beautiful color?
I shout in the winter night
Tomorrow's beautiful morning is hidden in my heart
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What if I was born in the USA in the 1890's. Marriage would not have been a necessity, but it would have been expected. I would have taken French in the American schools. Art and writing hobbies for girls, would have been accepted. A trip to France -would have been seen as an educational venture. To broaden my perspective of the world. But when I chose to remain in Paris, my family would have shown some concern.
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