When the heart starts to link
Restless hearts increasingly shrinking
Gundah Gulana is getting better
Replaced happy knitting
Tersungging smile at a glance
Praising the shadow of the shadows is drawn
The turmoil of the heart grew increasingly meranum
The omens start to fizzle out
But what is the power ....
He is just an unnamed rose
That grows on the edge of a gross sewer gully
And no one's glancing at her
Mawarpun is now self-conscious
No hope of holy love
He only hopes one day
AKAn there are true angels
You can pick it before it withers and dies
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