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2017

Tahun baru,
Langkah yang baru, 
Masalah yang baru, 
Kebaikan yang baru, 
Kesalahan yang baru, 
Kebahagiaan yang baru, 
Kesedihan yang baru, 
Suasana yang baru, 
Semua itu menghasilkan kehidupan yang baru. 

 Aku hanya ingin baik, 
Semuanya baik, 
Aku hanya ingin bahagia, 
Semuanya bahagia,
Aku hanya ingin lebih kuat,
Semuanya terhadapi. 

 2017, 
Jadilah tahun pelengkap dan penyelesai dari tahun-tahun sebelumnya, 
Tahun pemberi pelajaran dan pengalaman.

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