The delicate white swan
Face a battle that can't be won
So she transformed into a black swan
The tireless sharp swift fighter
Spinning and rolling in rapid speed
Though every strike is her own deathblow
Until she overcomed her foe
She shed her black feather back into the white swan
But white is now tainted with red
A color of deep battle wound
Her breath gets weaker
But her eye gleams a satisfaction
It is well
This is not a movie scene
This is a recording session
Because music is an imagination
Face a battle that can't be won
So she transformed into a black swan
The tireless sharp swift fighter
Spinning and rolling in rapid speed
Though every strike is her own deathblow
Until she overcomed her foe
She shed her black feather back into the white swan
But white is now tainted with red
A color of deep battle wound
Her breath gets weaker
But her eye gleams a satisfaction
It is well
This is not a movie scene
This is a recording session
Because music is an imagination
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