What have I not told the longing hearts? When the truth doesn’t wipe any tears, I tell them lies. And when lies don’t make them smile, here I am, back to begging you… do say hello. Even if it is just a hello. Worry not, they don’t stay little very long. Soon they will know that the truth is whatever helps them go to sleep at night. Que sera sera.
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Questa è Enida 
whatever will be will be~