I used to know you
Who’s hard as a stone
Who’s strong as a storm
Who’s cold as an ice
I walk through the path
And see someone in the distance
Is that you?
The man standing behind the blue?
Is that you?
The one I see in the afternoon at two?
I know nothing,
and still wondering,
but I’m leaving.
N u g r a h a n i
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