The rebellion has gone too far;
it has hurt us cruelly
without truthful reasons.
Oh where are you, Cecilia?
Just wake up, just silence
while we run away,
because finally it's our chance.
Oh where are you, Cecilia?
When everything's ruining
we have to start over
... existing.
When everything's changing
we have to start over
... waking up.
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