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Sep 2015
When I got afraid of the boogeyman
or I felt like the air is colder than usual
no matter how silly it might sound
he'd spare some of his time
to let his wrapping arms and long kisses
sing me lullabies to sleep at night
AM
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AM  Jakarta, Indonesia
(Jakarta, Indonesia)   
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   Bassam A, --- and RH 78
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