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If the elephants have past lives
Yet all destined to always remember
It’s no wonder how they scream
Like you and I, they must have some temper

And I am dreaming of them on the plains
Dirtying up their backs,
Watching for some sign of rain to cool their hot heads

And how dare that you send me that card
When I am doing all that I can do
You are forcing me to remember
When all I want is just forget you

If the tiger shall protect her young
Then tell me how did you sleep by?
Oh, my instincts have failed me for once
I must somehow have slept the whole night

And I am dreaming of them with their kill,
Tearing it all apart
Blood dripping from their lips
And teeth sinking into heart

And how dare that you say you’ll call
When you know I need some peace of mind
If you have to take sides with the animals
Won’t you do it with one who is kind?

If the hawks in the trees need the dead
If you’re living you don’t stand a chance
For a time though you share the same bed
But there are only two ends to this dance

You can flee with your wounds just in time
Or lie there as he feeds,
Watching yourself ripped to shreds and laughing as you bleed

So for those have you fallen in love
Keep it kind, keep it good, keep it right
Throw yourself in the mist of danger
But keep an eye open at night.

Foto: Gregory Colbert