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Selasa, 15 Februari 2011

Human Race

People were sitting, standing, walking
They were sleeping, talking, loving
While I see the reflections leap
Empty faces brush past me
They are lost in sadness and pain
So all that is without and in
And meets all that is
Around thou and me
They should buy a lucky charm 
Then walk into corridors of fantasy
In a cold and darkened room 
And "good luck" to you 
I fly in a senseless cosmos. 

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