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Rabu, 21 Desember 2011

WHEN IT'S TIME


WHEN IT'S TIME

When chided urban village
Then cracked rice fields and thatch on fire
Look for the handle hoe and sickle
There was dancing tip of the dry straw
And girls carrying water
No longer will you see ditelaga

When it was time the city cursed era
Buildings catch flawless dull sky
The streets do not allow bare feet beating expectations
The trees planted in the house
Then you will see the man into the waste
Undermined the ideology of half-understood

There are those in rural and in urban
Then where are we?

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