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Your fingers danced across ebony and porcelain colored keys,
playing lulling sea side melodies for the passer-by's of Castelia City.
Everyday, rain or shine, you brought out your keyboard to play your art,
foreign words slipping from your mouth to sing your art, enticing your crowd with every syllable flawlessly.

"Je veux ta laideur, je veux ta maladie.
Je veux tout tant que c'est gratuit."

There was always a crowd surrounding you at all times whether small or big.
Though it seemed that for the past while now, there was always that one guy who showed up.
He was easy to pick out from the crowd with his green hair and his equally green eyes.
His appearance was simple none the less, yet the second you saw him, you knnew from that moment,
you were in love.

"Je veux ton amour,
Amour—amour—amour,
Je veux ton amour."

You never talked to him, directly of course, but always through your songs.
And even then, as your fingers graced over ivory to bless music to the air,
your eyes spoke what your mouths couldn't.
You only dreamt of what his voice could sound like in your ears — humming sweet lullaby's.

"Je veux ta tragédie, le contact de votre main.
Je veux que vous en cuir clouté baiser dans le sable
et je veux ton amour."

Even though the relationship was odd, the two of you really only strangers with your one-sided love,
you felt sparks each time your eyes met, your gut twisting and your voice going just an octave higher,
not that anyone noticed — except him.

"Amour—amour—amour
Je veux ton amour."

Though you knew one day you would talk to him,
and eventually gain his love.
You just weren't sure when that day would come.

"Amour—amour—amour
Je veux ton amour."

Description
Your fingers danced across ebony and porcelain colored keys,
playing lulling sea side melodies for the passer-by's of Castelia City.
Everyday, rain or shine, you brought out your keyboard to play your art,
foreign words slipping from your mouth to sing your art, enticing your crowd with every syllable flawlessly.

"Je veux ta laideur, je veux ta maladie.
Je veux tout tant que c'est gratuit."

There was always a crowd surrounding you at all times whether small or big.
Though it seemed that for the past while now, there was always that one guy who showed up.
He was easy to pick out from the crowd with his green hair and his equally green eyes.
His appearance was simple none the less, yet the second you saw him, you knnew from that moment,
you were in love.

"Je veux ton amour,
Amour—amour—amour,
Je veux ton amour."

You never talked to him, directly of course, but always through your songs.
And even then, as your fingers graced over ivory to bless music to the air,
your eyes spoke what your mouths couldn't.
You only dreamt of what his voice could sound like in your ears — humming sweet lullaby's.

"Je veux ta tragédie, le contact de votre main.
Je veux que vous en cuir clouté baiser dans le sable
et je veux ton amour."

Even though the relationship was odd, the two of you really only strangers with your one-sided love,
you felt sparks each time your eyes met, your gut twisting and your voice going just an octave higher,
not that anyone noticed — except him.

"Amour—amour—amour
Je veux ton amour."

Though you knew one day you would talk to him,
and eventually gain his love.
You just weren't sure when that day would come.

"Amour—amour—amour
Je veux ton amour."