My head bowed for the last train in Jogja, These songs played over and over "I listen to the last message that you left, t hen the voice from the suicide hotline. So come on, come on, dark star, been loving you and I" The words disputable turning around my head, "Oh, Dark Star!" they screamed Many signs I ignores, it brought you up clearly The pulchritudinous dusk in front of our eyes disappear, but you
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