Feb 2016
Squint through the petals of rose,
You'll see polka dots dancing across her nose,
Now hear the wind sing a tune of morose,
You'll see a broken smile was all she could compose.
You'll see polka dots dancing across her nose,
Now hear the wind sing a tune of morose,
You'll see a broken smile was all she could compose.
(Malaysia)
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