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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=479649" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Under The Banner of Reformation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A don’t know<br>What I’m happy<br>Or suffering<br>Every time<br>When last night<br>I had dreamed about you <br>When my wife <br>Had been fast asleep<br>After watch the last film on TV<br>Where all children were lied on the floor<br>While the vane of fan rotary<br>Along night<br>Ah, hot wheatear<br>In draught</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have been waiting for along time<br>Your desirable hair coil<br>On the old rattan chair<br>My hand to and fro open<br>The old magazine<br>Which full of photos of Soekarno<br>With his baldheaded<br>Suffered in the army jail<br>He had been lost their adoration<br>Democracy and freedom grow<br>A moment and then fade off<br>We have to think in uniform<br>In the whole archipelago<br>After its creativity had been fade off<br>And changed with praise <br>To the national leaders<br>Aught, its already done<br>Changed a revolution word<br>With development of cities<br>Highway juts from point to point<br>Among archipelago with chain of debt<br>Strangulation on our neck<br>Which paid by our whole natural resources<br>And perspiration of our people</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To day, Soeharto had been lied<br>With his own prison, had been traped<br>Which his own deed, decrepit and aching<br>While the people who praised in his decade of his powers, sit in rocking chair, pretend think to the people destiny<br>In the mids of economical crisis, eartquake, ooze, flood, Tzunami <br>and smoke from the forest frazzle<br>who sit in the chair of Five Star Hotel<br>drink a cup of coffee, beer, and whisky<br>his eyes ball greedy gobble core of strephtese <br>till daybreak<br>agh, heve you finished your hair coils<br>you went out from the door with pink kebaya<br>with beatutiful hair coils<br>but why riding bicycle alone<br>ain’t I’m already to pick up you<br>for going to the churh</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Prasetya+Utama">Prasetya Utama</a><div class=q>
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What I’m happy
Or suffering
Every time
When last night
I had dreamed about you 
When my wife 
Had been fast asleep
After watch the last film on TV
Where all children were lied on the floor
While the vane of fan rotary
Along night
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