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Seperti bulan yang muncul di kegelapan malam Seperti malaikat tak bersayap Kau datang di kehidupanku Dengan senyumanmu yang mempesona Kau membuka hatiku yang terkunci Kau membuatku percaya Bahwa aku tlah menemukan kehidupan baruku... Aku naif dan aku sangat menyesal Menukar sebuah emas dengan perunggu... Aku tlah membuatmu menunggu Menunggu untuk sebuah cinta yang tak kau genggam.. Menunggu dengan waktu yang tak sebentar Menunggu tanpa ada penjelasan sedikitpun Namun kini ku mengerti... Aku baru menyadari semuanya Setelah hatiku terbuka kembali Karena kau... Aku ingin bersamamu... Melewati setiap waktu demi waktuku bersamamu Aku ingin berada di sisimu... Menghabiskan setiap waktu untuk bahagia Mungkin kata ini terlambat untuk terucap Namun kau membuatku sangat mengerti... Bahwa aku mencintaimu Seperti kau mencintaiku juga...

Manusia Tikus Kau hidup dari keluarga sederhana Kecil hingga besar kau merangkai kesuksesan Dahulu kau susah senang bersama Memiliki hidup yang tak jauh dari kemalangan Sekarang, kau adalah tikus berdasi Menikmati keju di angkasa Meninggalkan rakyat yang kecil Mengambil hak milik kita Kau tak lebih dari seonggok sampah Yang nantinya akan dibuang dan menjadi hina Kau melupakan janji sumpah Yang akan menyejahterakan hidup kita Hari ini kau tersenyum seperti orang hebat Esok kau kan ditertawakan rakyat Kau akan masuk ke dalam lubang penat Berada dalam jalan hidup yang sesat Kau berlari amat jauh Mencoba menghapus jejak kesalahanmu Suatu saat Tuhan membuat kakimu rapuh Dan tangan hukum akan merengkuhmu...

When life is begin... Like corals that throw down of wave Begins to be strong girl... Solve the problems Begins to be responsible girl... The attitude of the past was changed Begins to looks the future... Do more worthiness to others So another person would be respect us... Find yourself an open space Something that you just can't see That's life...

The Happy Prince by Oscar Wilde High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt. He was very much admired indeed. "He is as beautiful as a weathercock," remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to gain a reputation for having artistic tastes; "only not quite so useful," he added, fearing lest people should think him unpractical, which he really was not. "Why can't you be like the Happy Prince?" asked a sensible mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. "The Happy Prince never dreams of crying for anything." "I am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy," muttered a disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue. "He looks just like an angel," said the Charity Children as they came out of the c...

Hearts And Hands by O. Henry At Denver there was an influx of passengers into the coaches on the eastbound B. & M. express. In one coach there sat a very pretty young woman dressed in elegant taste and surrounded by all the luxurious comforts of an experienced traveler. Among the newcomers were two young men, one of handsome presence with a bold, frank countenance and manner; the other a ruffled, glum-faced person, heavily built and roughly dressed. The two were handcuffed together. As they passed down the aisle of the coach the only vacant seat offered was a reversed one facing the attractive young woman. Here the linked couple seated themselves. The young woman's glance fell upon them with a distant, swift disinterest; then with a lovely smile brightening her countenance and a tender pink tingeing her rounded cheeks, she held out a little gray-gloved hand. When she spoke her voice, full, sweet, and deliberate, proclaimed that its owner was accustomed to sp...

The Skylight Room by O. Henry First Mrs. Parker would show you the double parlours. You would not dare to interrupt her description of their advantages and of the merits of the gentleman who had occupied them for eight years. Then you would manage to stammer forth the confession that you were neither a doctor nor a dentist. Mrs. Parker's manner of receiving the admission was such that you could never afterward entertain the same feeling toward your parents, who had neglected to train you up in one of the professions that fitted Mrs. Parker's parlours. Next you ascended one flight of stairs and looked at the second- floor-back at $8. Convinced by her second-floor manner that it was worth the $12 that Mr. Toosenberry always paid for it until he left to take charge of his brother's orange plantation in Florida near Palm Beach, where Mrs. McIntyre always spent the winters that had the double front room with private bath, you managed to babble that you wante...