Pelangi

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Sebuah Pelangi Pelangi itu indah... Dia hadir disaat aku membutuhkan warna Warna untuk lembaran baru di kehidupanku Saat hatiku rapuh oleh hantaman luka Dia datang untuk mengobatinya Membawakan senyuman yang indah Dan membawakan kebahagiaan yang baru...   Pelangi itu berharga... Aku enggan untuk melepaskannya Begitu banyak keindahan yang ia miliki Aku ingin memeluknya agar ia tak pernah hilang Hilang dari pandanganku Bahkan dia adalah hidupku Sungguh berharganya sebuah pelangi itu... Pelangi itu istimewa... Dia bagaikan penyempurna langit kala hujan reda Yang memancarkan keindahan warnanya untukku Walau susah untuk digapai oleh tangan Namun aku beruntung... Aku bisa menggapainya melalui hatiku Pelangi itu adalah kamu...
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Hello

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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...

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