Snaking mastermind play a story
A tale hereditary
Packed ready to be fly
Loudly and confidently
Heritage that full of history
Hails from Java magnificent country
A mountain packed with gold
Like a diamond among the tomb
Now just a few county
An epoch has sweep
Wayang is the passing wind
Gradually begin to deep
The young still throwing hand
Not the lilting tone of gamelan
And area with one light
But thousand colors of lights
Poor wayang...
I hope the young turn back to you
And throw their hand
To arouse you
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