Deadelephants

Bad Rec Project

Such a great friend, such an old friend, on our way again.
Love chooses its keepers, guardians of the ship passing through time and distance.
So, young boy, what you're doing with those strange sounds?
I know in the end of those years you'll be able to grow a beard.
Now go back to your crazy dreams of dead elephants.

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