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A MONSTER IN PARIS:
I hide my light inside a cloak of night
Beneath the red scarf and a chapeaux
The pearl of my heart locked within a shell
Too afraid to let it go, to let it show
And all the headlines read
For the whole world to see
A monster in Paris
I fall apart, I fall apart, apparently
I did appear beneath the light
Yes it was me
A monster in Paris
I hide my pain inside a melody
It's as if notes I sing set me free
I keep all my dreams under a lock and key
I'm so afraid that they will fly, away from me
A monster in Paris
A monster in Paris
A monster in Paris
I hide my light inside a cloak of night
Beneath the red scarf and a chapeaux
The pearl of my heart locked within a shell
Too afraid to let it go, to let it show
And all the headlines read
For the whole world to see
A monster in Paris
I fall apart, I fall apart, apparently
I did appear beneath the light
Yes it was me
A monster in Paris
I hide my pain inside a melody
It's as if notes I sing set me free
I keep all my dreams under a lock and key
I'm so afraid that they will fly, away from me
A monster in Paris
A monster in Paris
A monster in Paris
Literature
He's not a Monster
You're kind and sweet, this is true.
So why does everyone hate you?
They continue to spread their lies.
Why must they always plan your demise?
But in the darkness, there is hope.
You've made friends, so you don't need mope.
Sing, dance and live life to the max!
Just beware of the man with the axe.
Look out for the water below.
Climb higher, please don't go slow.
Do not shrink, do not die!
Their hearts will miss you and mournfully cry.
You're gone; say it isn't so!
Oh how the sadness does grow.
A small voice rings in her ear.
It is you; you are here!
You're not a monster, don't you see?
The man is gone and you're free!
Strum the guitar, an
Literature
UMAP - Cleaning House
~ A Monster in Paris :: Cleaning House ~
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A faint scent of lavender wafted throughout the hallways of a little townhouse where two talented performers resided. It was a calm Spring morning in Paris, and it's citizens were sleeping in from a long exhausting week of work and travel. Saturdays usually got busier as the day wore on, but for now everyone was trying to catch as much shuteye as they possibly could before any roosters at the nearby marketplace started crowing.
Francoeur awoke to the flowery smell while in bed and was prompted to go back to sleep
Literature
Francoeur: The Man In The Mask
"We're not up too high, right Lucille?" Francoeur asked while he sat next to Lucille in a theater. Lucille just smiled at him in comfort.
Even for him, highest shouldn't be so bad. He was the highest jumper she seen in her life time, he shouldn't be afraid of highest. In way, most people are afraid of them.
"Umm...what's this play about?" Francoeur ask in his confuse but fastening voice. They were close to the stage in the box sits.
Francoeur was told that they were seeing a play called "Phantom of The Opera" or something related to it. Lucille told him it reminded her of their first performance and their first meeting.
As the theater st
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God I love this song...Sean Lennon has such a beautiful voice but I think the French Sing M did a much better job. Thanks so sharing this, brought back nice memories ^^