Black Swan
Lovely white angels
whispered next to my pillow
in my sleep that I was the black swan.
My pillow as a stage,
I was dancing as a prima ballerina.
You took me for a while,
I had you for a moment.
Both together dancing
forever on my pillow
to have the best performance.
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