Urban Crickets
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Ayatullah Nurjati
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The lice has been cut by the knife
Like the cat takes a shower in a rainy way
The butterflies are hopeless romance
Lion is laugh in the dry season
The urban cricket is cryin' on their destiny
Cows are deceived by relay on
Horse is looking for grasses in tin ice
And I've been just waking up from my traveling around the bed and the pillow
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