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I want to live alone in a huge white room. White floorboards, white coving, white iron bed with white sheets, a white tub and a beautiful black pianoforte. I will drift about in a white gown and drink water and watch out the window but never breath in the air outside and play melancholy music every day. I won't need books because I will live between wakefulness and sleep and my dreams will be as real and mean as much to me as reality. I won't need people because when I am sad I will play music and cry and nobody can cry forever.