Its rain tonight, and my heart is stabbed
Its cold tonight, and my head is frozen
it just like tears flew as we are cryin',
my blood refuse. to flow
and like river in the winter, it gonna hard
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My sky is high, blue, bright and silent.
Nugroho's (almost like junk) blog
By: Nugroho Adi Pramono
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