lonely yellow
The dream of falling
Only the word whispering
“Bersih here Bersih there”
Ameeno leaders can't sleep well
The sunshine has gone
The darkness comes to stay
The way it is foretold
The end of an era
The grace to go
The ameeno leaders can't
They think they have the right
It is long past the time
Now we see the props
They released the mongrels
They run after shadows
Barking all the way home
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