The “Panjang” river
The colour of tea brewing
Leaving a dark colour
No eyes can see
The river of death souls
The crocodiles bury for good
Leaving the memories
Once the happy times
The dead will not tell
The wealth or secrets
It is only the footprints
At times the records
Many sadly tales untold
The write-ups stifle or compressed
The wealth or secrets will be hatched
In the grapevine of whispers and condemnation
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