this was written watching moulin rouge (my fav movie of all time). and i did have fun writing this one.
MY GIFT IS MY SONG
my hopes are sincere, and this won't take long
back and forth under the shades of the windmill
day and night, it's a rollercoaster thrill
its an enchanting correspondance
void of any doubt or decadence
THE SHOW MUST GO ON!
and with it, no feelings of wrong
im not used to such incantations
or such lovely allegations
captivated by the words you say
no longer humming "one day i'll fly away"
and in the company and comfort of the night
i might be persuaded to put off that red light
under the suspicion of Zeidler, there is truth
but i have so much still to give, in my youth
suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
i know this as truth when i see your face
a courtesan and citar man are an unlikely pair
and some won't understand their level of affair
but the future is uncertain, what if i become ill?
would you tell our story from the typewriter on the sill
and what will that magical citar say?
when the time is right, it speaks "come what may"
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