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When I arrived at the death I do not want no tears I’m tired! When I arrived at the death I do not want any sadness I’m tired! When I arrived at the death I do not want to have a laugh I’m bored! When I arrived at the death I do not want any unhappy I’m saturated! When I arrived at the death I do not want to be remembered All lies! When I arrived at the death I do want to be forgotten All fib ! In a season standing a monument Then fertile moss life Through my body Batu – Malang, Indonesia January, 22nd. 2002

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