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“Matahari tua, Hai selamat malam wahai sang surya yang sedang di lahap oleh gemerlap bintang Ku rindu kemilau jinggamu yang selalu menyipitkan mataku namun sangat sedap dinikmati dengan mata telanjang Ku rindu saat jinggamu tersungkur tergantikan oleh awan kelabu Saat itu juga... Ku rindu bercengkarama dengan asap Ibu Kota menaiki kuda mesin dan menikmati sepotong senja yang telah hilang bersamamu. Sampaikan rinduku padanya wahai senja abadi.”

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