Lusiana Deborah

from seconds, to minute...
minutes to hour...
hours to day...
days to month...
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these words...
part of my soul
children of feeling
they born by hand and pen
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I lived in paradise,
.....I thought so,
my land's face look so beautiful,
.....I thought so,
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Merdeka! !
Red and white...
Merdeka! !
unnamed heroes_buried uncounted...
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I heard aloud of cry,
babies and kids are crying,
men and women are crying,
even the land, mounts and ocean are crying,
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you could be laugh but cry,
so just cry then don't forget to laugh!
you could be brave but scare,
be scare then set your heart to be brave!
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it's an old song;
it's a common kid song in Indonesian,
Have you heard this? ? ?
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Yet dream has not over,
night has not finished,
even clock didn't click,
and I was lost in the silent.
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there is a sadness live in ocean of my heart
sometimes he comes out bring me old shell of memory
sometimes...
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The Night reads me story of dream,
but me not sleep yet,
because the dream so cruel.
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Sang Malam membacakan dongeng Mimpi, tapi mataku tak jua terpejam, dongengnya terlalu kejam.

Sang Malam nyanyi ninabobo, mataku kian menyala, kenangan terpajang bak piala.
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I found a new world through the words,
words become a stairway;
up to the heaven,
or down to dark hell.
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stay
__or__
away
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Oh my dear God...
You had given days,
You had run times,
You had sent millions miracles,
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paper paper paper
I write on paper
I buried death letter on paper
p-a-p-e-r
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I have eyes but still blind
I have ears but still deaf
I have tongue but still dumb
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it is on my soul
no one know it
it is on my soul
known only by my heart indeed
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I put it on my back
it's never stop comes back...
back to attack
give days fulled by bad track...
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