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Aku dan Dia

Aku bukan dia
Mengapa kau banding beza
Aku bukan dia
Mengapa kau banyak tanya

Aku bukan dia
Lain cara lain gaya
Lain jantina juga
Memang tak sama
Kalau iras pada lirikan mata
Tak sama minda dan kata

Aku bukan dia
Dia yang kau kenal
Aku yang kau tak kenal
Tapi aku kenal dia
Lebih dari kau kenal dia

Maka jangan sebarang kata
Terhadap aku atau dia
Atau pun pada sesiapa jua

Aku tahu dia manusia istimewa
Tidak aku mahu menumpang nama
Namun sudah kau bertanya
Aku hanya berkata 'ya'

Aku tahu perihal cintanya
Aku lihat lepuh lukanya
Maka kau jangan menabur tuba
Tuba itu kelak menjadi bisa
Memamah kau jua

Benar...
Aku ingin seperti dirinya
Bisa bersuara demi cinta
Punya kudrat luar biasa
Namun memang tak serupa
Apa kan daya

Siapa diriku
Aku syukur dan terima
Tak pernah aku ukur dan hina
Begitu juga dia
Terima aku seadanya

Aku bukan dia
Biarpun kami bersaudara
Tapi memang tak sama
Maka...
Jangan banyak tanya...

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