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Tired glance of a woman The worn-out body of a man
In an effort, to survive Followed by a piece of bread
Children are full of desires Seniors in regret sleep
Escape to stay alive In the streets of death
Looking for an answer Answer for a question
Whom had stolen the love? Our contribution of life is just a dream
Shadows of fear and fright On the roof, of our lives is widespread
Our share of the life was absurd Live out is Exotic
Living as a slave is Weirder Our life is slavery
That is our contribution the viability
Kuala Lumpur
29/09/2015
04:32am
Jahangir
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I hope that the translation is accurate they are very beautiful.
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