Poverty Tears well up in my eyes 😔 On the way to the port Carrying evil poverty Step back into the house Tired couple of eyes The dewdrops that bring Beyond the hidden door When you fly, you go to pilkada 😔😥 Running under the dark shadows As the light of the moon 🌙 ❤️
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