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It seemed so obvious

To call you a girl

We wrapped you in lace

And dressed you in pastel pink

Without suspecting that you were a rainbow child

 

You say you are neither a girl nor a boy

And both at the same time

You added a pronoun

Shook up my sentences

You've outdone my old Bescherelle* version

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You dream of a world where children

Wouldn't need to come out of the closet

Because they were born drawing

Under a colorful sky

Where we would be millions under the sun

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Whether you are he, they or she

My love is not conditional

It fits well with your style

And is written in the plural form

For you I'd launch a new edition of the Bescherelle*

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And you who don't understand

That it's not a trend or a choice

And God doesn't make mistakes

They combine the colors

To create this immense collection of water paintings

With his millions of rainbow children

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*A Bescherelle is a french grammar book used at school

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