27 sept. 2009

La chanson du robe (Part I)

Hear me out, the sad story I have
in my heart it's still aching with grief
in here there's no princess nor prince
just a dress black, forgotten, and missed.

It all started in a beautiful place
with bright lights and people buying no rest
and in came a godess of red
and there she found the dress.

I don't know it it was love at first sight
or perhaps there was something aside
but I'm telling you how perfect they matched
and I'm telling, the goddess? Don't mind.

It was the dress soft and silky like rain
It was the night of its core of its mind
It was the cascade-like lenght of its heart
It was the dress, believe me it was the dress.


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