If I seem to always doubt you
It's more to half believing the fact I thought I knew
So I don't doubt - it was amazement most of the time
And it gives me jitters to my spine
But then I should have known
For being in love is merely being in a state of perpetual anesthesia
And you have mistaken an ordinary woman like me for a goddess
Look, your flames are so pretty
For all I knew, for all I feared, what the hell!
I've decided to sit still, enjoying
I want to watch them for a while, if I couldn't have forever
Saskia Harjono
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