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A little story Smart people enter the refrigerator Who likes criticism on the tongue cut That's how little the story in this country Which is led by a hasty king The poor are getting harder The rich are

Gaps The development of the era more rapidly But the equity of science is increasingly landing The smarter the more cunning The fool gets careless Social disparities are increasingly challenging Poverty

Togetherness Live alone The soul itself body alone All by yourself Because life is indeed itself But live life Is togetherness Install - install Colonized, complementary You can not live by yourself Because

Dew twilight Dusk is often forgotten Because the morning dew increasingly tempting That is human Only certain people pay attention to the dew of Dusk Namely those who remember the future Who imitates the

source Doomsday Nothing can stop when the earth is shaken The mountains are ruined Sea waves are racing to find land Mom's dad ran for safety Children are slammed by themselves Fear has died by fear All

source Photo Album Because we love buying a photo album Just for a mortal immortality Our grandchildren will see us together Our pictures tell the story Without a word in mute They will be proud Because

source Uneasy Hearts flooded Irregular heartbeat uneasy break To the night sky I lay in a dry soul Once again uneasy break Together restless who are afraid of losing Heart hesitated tranquility away carrying

source Beautiful life Life is beautiful when understood Understand the language of the heart Understand yourself Poor many who do not understand each other Until birth vilify Life is beautiful when keeping

Late at night I Inside the house The frame is silent Jedela is stiff Only breathing jalusi Pumping air for a home occupant who is already asleep The door locked away like a security guard starting to evaporate

source Find yourself Step by step keep me moving Find yourself lost in the morning Among the little boys Bearer load Amongst the street beggars Who scraped the rest of the rice in the garbage I fell down

The Country is covered with darkness Look to this country with your real heart die Do not be with your eyes Because your eyes are not necessarily honest Look at the growing numbers of poor people Like

Sense of serenity in the soul Embellish a depressed heart Bland days Without flashing banyang decorate Your face dances in the eyeballs Your face bersemanyam in every corner of the soul space I forcefully

TIRED Souls fall, heart restless Tired of waiting quietly When is the moon again When is the star studded Longing to be measured in shame Night singing fell in sweat Tired of heart groping into the soul

I drifted forward I stopped drifting Air has been polluted by slander The world has been bleak by an arid heart Humans are besieged by the future Between today and tomorrow there is no separation The pause

souce Let's have fun, dance and singing Purchased happily even a little But not sold freely Paid with a number of SDBs Just like the phrase here No free lunch Let's be happy though it is sober No need

Morning dew The story of you is exciting all praise you in poetry Your beauty is flawless You are the god of photography The theme of you is not worn by weeds Because you're the most beautiful in the morning

One time We meet in a sad In the arid anxiety We are silent a thousand words The wind with a cynical belalu Not glance at a bit We are still silent One time That's over Either a memory Or just a snap By:

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