Angga G. Pratama

An ordinary guy, living an extraordinary life.

The Lonely Star

Do you see what I see?
Do you feel what I feel?
Do you think what I think?

I see a lonely bright star at the sky..
I feel a breezy cold wind at night..
I think of you now, and every time..

The star reminds me of you..
The night reminds me of you..
Everything reminds me of you..

Peace. Out.

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