At the end of the day
Calling out every single elephant who can remember
At the top of melancholy hill
The big pile of memories
We put an elephant on a top of it
So it can be the storyteller to the old days
Years already passed when you’re trying to look into another glass and digging
Going deeper and deeper
Through the big pile of memories
Until we find ourselves as memento for our children
At the end of the day

Cilegon 23 07 2016

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