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Jan 2017
Once she said she will come back
When the flower bloom and the rain stop
Or after she find the perfect job

I don't know the song
She said it's good I should listen
But even we laugh and play pretend

Teardrops and cold clouds
The black umbrella flew to the air
Your body is stiff and pale

Tell me why you hate the rain
I always thought it makes you prettier
Because you made me forget all of my rules
*And now I'm waiting for a flower that will never bloom.
A hope which leads me to an uncertainty.
Agas Waluya
Written by
Agas Waluya  Indonesia
   Carina and Ignatius Hosiana
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