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A cup of heart are breathing here in the middle of the park.

You're welcome crumple up in the lap.

and birds,

Maybe I can fly with rama-rama.

mengitar a certain

Just three days, after which it was dead.

As penungguanku akanmu

Lambat-laun, heart in the cup dry.

cup cracks left in my footsteps

Leaving the park remains empty.
Terantai my foot in here

In a circle of anger and rhetoric.

While I'm just workers.

of the many workers

whose stomach is tied up

his mouth in bekap

his heart disayat

And his dream was killed quickly.

 

God, maybe my time waiting for

one day mengaut 

a sword

To kill all the way

take off the foot

I would fly

Where are the place to yourself kukekang.