In my diary
I wrote
The beautiful story of a country
Now I'm going to have to delete it
It was supposed to work
Hope
No one would take advantage
It was too good
For us to believe
On a blackboard
What you write
is so easy to erase
Words in the wind
They are to go, the wind takes them
In my diary
What I write
is to be perpetuated
The beautiful story of a country
It was supposed to last
It was supposed to last
It was supposed to work, yes
It was supposed to last...

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