my bali island
waving pine trees invites
I can not refuse the beauty of your white sand
your waves swept over my mind
as if swayed by the blast of cold wind breeze
the deity of your title
Temple of your offer comfort
the flea dance is so tempting
can not bear my anesthetized beauty
chak chak chak bali dewata chak
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