"anak-anak berkabung dalam getir
berpulas pupur pucat
beralas kain tipis tambal sulam
kabar yang buram, nun bermakna tapi tak ada hawa"
Kamis, 29 April 2010
Sepotong lirik di Sabtu pagi
"I bruise easily. So be gentle when you handle me. There's a mark you leave, like a love heart carved on a tree. I bruise easily. Can't scratch the surface without moving me. I bruise easily."
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