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When the crooked night came to a halt,
As the chilling wind blew its last gust

When the grey rainbow threatened to affray,
As the last few drops of rain fell on incident ray

(toss and turn)
(toss and turn)

Oh, you are my dream,
So let me sleep, guarded forever under your moonbeam

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nasir jani, imuda, pyan habib, kathy ibrahim



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EXT. PERKARANGAN BANK BUMIPUTRA, JALAN MELAKA – SIANG

Bawah teduhan pokok, Bujang memetik gitar sambil menyanyikan lagu “Sesat Di Kuala Lumpur” sedang Osman Tikus mengetuk tin bir kosong dengan sebatang ranting kayu – busking.

Sepasang muda-mudi berjalan melintasi mereka. Si lelaki mengeluarkan sepuluh sen, mencampakkannya ke sarung gitar dan terus berlalu.



OSMAN TIKUS
(Kepada pasangan muda-mudi)

Aiii! Apa ni? Sepuluh sen aje?!

OSMAN TIKUS
(Kepada Bujang)

Oi! Bujang, lu main lah lagu sentimental. Lagu jiwa-jiwa, lagu cinta. Barulah orang nak dengar. Ini…? Alahai…!

BUJANG

Ahhh! Lagu buat orang khayal, jadi malas. Takde kemajuan.

OSMAN TIKUS

Apa?

BUJANG
(mengerut)

Takde kemajuan!

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The circus is back in town! Ah, and it seems that there will be a new ringmaster.

I wonder if the people are still entertained by the circus nowadays.