You look worn and dusty
Shaky-shaky black lines flushed your eyelids
I know you're tired of the father ... ..
At dusk you sit staring street
Who always delivers the pieces of life-giving
When you sleep attacks remained strong
I know you're tired dad
I am ashamed to offer the remaining beds
Or take yourself to sleep earlier
Every night along with prayer kuberharap
"God is my father's fortune murahkan
Keep it healthy, keep it away from him all sorts of dangers
And the next time you ask for her hand again
"Put it on your side "
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