Each chant bounces macapat saddle,,,,
Like a conscience that was conveyed to me
Even guitar sounds different when my fantasy
Toward your recollection,,,
Shakes that clawed, gave birth to the tub
the poet is hesitant,,,,
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Each chant bounces macapat saddle,,,,
Like a conscience that was conveyed to me
Even guitar sounds different when my fantasy
Toward your recollection,,,
Shakes that clawed, gave birth to the tub
the poet is hesitant,,,,