Lonely nights whimpering cry adam's son, left alone staring at the dark,
in the accompanying rowdy fan behind the room,
stifling expel waste epidemic.
Let the colored twilight ...
Lit in the corner of my mind captive nobles.
Silent my body my inner quiet,
Upset ...Wake up my night, missed my faith.
Build up my stuffy lose me, take my mind, turn the ancient memory, and face my eyes fall.
immanuel arich tedjo buwono
_indonesia 2009_
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