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Smoke rises into the air;
The rain dances; for whom they hit, did not care.
The speed devils are out again.
The innocent, once again, are in pain.

I sit, in the smoke, watching the clouds of Indonesia.
How the world has changed, what phobia.
The grass may be greener on this side,
But the tall grass that blocks my path, makes me lose sight.

The cool breeze, starts to get warmer,
Dreams are coming to an end, and yet, I ponder.
What do you speak, stars?
What do you see, stars..?

Once again, the sun rises with its pleasant shine.
Shall I judge this one? Or should I just be blind?
Another day, another light.
Another day, another life ..