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Yes, that's how my hand
It emerged from the dark silence
And carefully, it held its place
The spring flower and everything
April morning, and a gesture pure
It coincided with the multitude
That everything expected and discovered
That the reason of an entire people
It takes time to build
We were left, just thinking
If the gesture had been very safe
We were left hesitating
Amidst the mists of the future
The other prudent action
What term did it give, the loneliness of people
Who despaired, in the dead and cold night
Of an inconsolable land
I fell asleep, with the feeling
That we had changed the world
In the early morning, the crowd
Screamed dreams deeper
But beyond that, another brief beginning
He left words of order
On the city walls
Breaking the laws of fear
He showed the paths
And to each one the voice
That the voice of each one was
Your voice, your voice