Sprang from the bands of a rainbow
The very heart of a magnificent meadow
Chiche, now a life of a paradoxical fall
Chiche from the bliss of heavenly comforts
Chiche into a pit of metallic thorns
Chiche, how I wish you tomorrow will be fine
Living, working, happy in her father s home
Getting the best of every moment gone
Chiche, now a product of a disastrous tie
Chiche fighting, surviving, sad in her husband s lie
Chiche cursing seconds as they pass her by
Chiche how I wish your tomorrow will be fine
All filled up with delightful dreams
Solid hopes constantly dancing on her lips
Chiche, now metamorphosed to the worst
Chiche a storm tearing down her heart
Chiche longing to unite with the dust
Chiche, how I wish tour tomorrow will be fine
From the beginnings of a humble style
Into an end with pure darkness, no light
Chiche, twenty years of lost time
Chiche now describable in a score of lines
Chiche the sixth in all to sympathize
Chiche, how I know your tomorrow will be fine!
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