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I plant an evil in my Shangri-la
he carried out a coup d'etat

He told me to leave
And I escape with glee
At that time, I'm so naive
To think he will save me

When I flee, I think I'm free
But in reality, I'm simply loose

The moment I realize,
What my evil has done
Everything had been overdue
My allies have gone
And my Shangri-la just left a name

— The End —