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WORDS by JESAYA TUNGGAL
What should I owe, my love, for a trip beyond the sea? Where must I go, my love, that we might be one, you and me? My heart of brass: like two ores, smelt in one. Lit by flames of switch and manilla grass, warring within, as moon with sun. Where can I flee, what must I do, to realize the comfort of your hands? No longer wandering, finally beside you; home at last, the motherland. Two nations, one man, three worlds apart Yet for me, my love, remains only a broken heart. x
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