She picked it up,
she carefully wrapped it around her neck,
a French finesse and silky smoothness,
and just like with the rest,
she wanted to tell a lie.
To accept pink truths,
to narrate pink stories,
to touch a pink cheek,
to send a pink rose,
to receive pink letters,
to withdraw into a pink dream.
Suddenly a strong wind blew
and freed up her neck.
She traveled into the heavens, and everybody
rushed to see the pink cloud.
It has been indeed confirmed
by official sources.