Elephile notes from the underworld
I'm looking for those daysWhen grasses and stones were marching onBirds and insects to sing their praiseTo me it always beFell like depart from real thingTo neverland foll of cherishesIn fact, I was dreamingAnd wandering I were a king
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I'm looking for those days
When grasses and stones were marching on
Birds and insects to sing their praise
To me it always be
Fell like depart from real thing
To neverland foll of cherishes
In fact, I was dreaming
And wandering I were a king
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