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Each morning, when you wake up

A short instant, stress overcomes you.

But you know, you are sure… She is still imprisoned… Here.

That's you who build her jail,

And never she could escape from there.

You'd want to take her.

She is yours, she is your toy.

But you know well, let the fear grow, the stress set up.

Will give to this moment all its intensity.

Be noisy, let it know you approach.

She must wait for you.

She's so sweet when she cries,

She is so beautiful, she is so beautiful when she trembles.

More she moans more you want to see her to suffer.

It's time to go, to prepare your playground.

The place must be organized, and the party can begin.

Hooks glint, blades shine.

The instant is dark, and the moment is right.

Your impatience will be rewarded.

Open the door the game is beginning…

She's so sweet when she cries,

She is so beautiful, she is so beautiful when she trembles.