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Jangan

Bukan tak suka
Tapi tak boleh
Bukan tak mampu
Tapi aku malu

Bukan benci
Tapi aku tak sudi
Bukan marah
Tapi aku tak salah

Beginilah
Sudah..sudah..sudah

Jangan bicara belakang
Aku bisa dengar
Jangan maki hadapan
Aku bisa lawan

Hidup jangan bercakaran
Ingat tuhan
Kawan tetap kawan
Tak mungkin jadi lawan
Cuma akrabnya ada batasan
Ukurlah guna Iman
Sekian...

-kiambang-
dec 08
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