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pAngAsAr nAkAkAmiss

May mga bagay akala nati'y
Sa atin habang buhay
Ngunit tayo'y nabibigo
Pagkat ito'y nawawalay
May mga bagay nais nati'y
Sa ati'y di lumisan
At sa bawat nitong pagwalay
Puso'y nasasaktan
May mga bagay na ang tangan
Sa atin ay kasiyahan
Ngunit pang-asar na kapalaran
Iyon pa ang di iniwan
May mga bagay na hinahanap
Mayroong di makalimutan
Ngunit napipilitan
Ayaw mang magpaalam
May mga bagay na ating ibig
Ngunit wala sa ating piling
Mayroon namang nasa paligid
Ngunit mahirap mahalin
May mga bagay tayong mahal
Mayroon tayong mga pangarap
May mga taong mahal natin
Ngunit nawawala sa isang iglap
Kung makakasama lamang kita
Sa bawat kong umaga
Di sana'y di na ginawa
Walang silbi kong tula

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