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When I die
when I'm slowly falling down
I feel my soul wants to fly
when my eyes are getting blur
I begin to draw your face in my head
when my fingers are getting cold
I hope I can still have your warm touch
my tongue hardly moves
I'm even not yet saying I love you
don't cry, don't make me cry
your tears become the smell of salt rain
when I know it's all too late
I will listen carefully my name you call for the last time
why I'm dreaming a happy time
when I should leave you forever
poem
by
Maria Sudibyo
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