Then I was young and unafraid And dreams were made and used and wasted There was no ransom to be paid No song unsung, no wine untasted Susan Boyle – I Dreamed a Dream Sosok pria berjiwa gruvi ini menyambut hangat kedatangan saya dikala sore itu. Kita duduk berdua di salah satu sudut kecil cafe. […]
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