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indonesia Jika saya sering bercerita tentang cinta Mungkin ini sekarang diam di hati Terkadang saya tidak mengerti Setiap momen cinta yang saya miliki Selalu datang dan pergi Tanpa mengenal saya saat dia

Indonesia Tubuhku lemas Napasku terasa sesak dunia sempit ketika saya mendengar kau mengucapkan selamat tinggal Antara ... Berapa lama aku harus menunggu Tunggu... Setiap malam di setiap senja yang menjadi

Indonesia Jika saya sering bercerita tentang cinta Mungkin ini sekarang diam di hati Terkadang saya tidak mengerti Setiap momen cinta yang saya miliki Selalu datang dan pergi Tanpa mengenal saya saat dia

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Aku merindukanmu meski kau di sini Aku bisa mendengar suaramu nyaring dan jernih Tapi aku tahu kau akan pergi lagi Karena memang begitulah adanya Saya berbicara dengan Anda seolah-olah Anda tidak pernah

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We are the same solitary passes Penetrating the fog The rain pouring bodies Acknowledge the ships at the harbor My blood thickens. I'm fighting pedat Who is speechless? My friend is just a framework Because

This time no one is looking for love among warehouses, old houses, on stories of poles and rigging. Ships, boats no seafaring blow themselves in believing to adhere Drizzle accelerates dark. There is also

It is when you shed tears and STILL care about it .. It is when he does not care about you and you STILL waiting for him faithfully .. It is when he starts to love other people and you STILL can smile

Beauty is life itself as he unfolds the veil of his face. And you are his life, You are the veil. Beauty is the eternity that stood in front of the mirror. And you are that immortality, You are the mirror.

I, Never feel hurt because of you You, Ever grieved in my heart We, There was also a similar fire of anger I often say I want to ignore you Hate you, And delete all about you But I realize now You never

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love like seawater that fills some of the earth's contents ... giving a lot of life .. Make other people curious.. and each person must have love ... love is sincerity .. love is willing .. Love is mutual

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That is the moment that separates the scent of life from its consciousness. That is the first spark to ignite the regions of the soul. That is the first magical tone to be picked from the silver strings