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Flying from hilltop to hilltop
Wining and dining the gods
Dancing happily with the stars
Making unhurried love to angels
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This world
Frowns on failure
Laughs at defeat
Embraces success
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Here prone we lie knocked out
Floored by mortal fear no doubt
Abused voter is dead to the count
Hit hard again broken bones abound
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In blessed muted deep silence
Not one single word nary slight
Devoid of sick whimper's plight
Invisible steam train much light
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I bet you never knew
Every step you took new
From me your busy feet drew
Straight into my heart you flew
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Passion raw torch this today fiercely ablaze
Let your spirit soar higher past clouds further
Cheer self the more roaring for the heavnes
To God's busy angels heartily happy hands wave
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As I joyously this hallowed ground transcend
Guided by fore fathers carrying spinning earth
Most glorified exalted of all known sacred
My body celebrates in silence best of change
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Somali tears

Hungry blinded in cold tortured silence
Face hers contorts deformed by pain unvaried
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Further north comes word rather bizarre indeed
Bashar-al Assad much too young author such deed
Neck deep in ordure add bloodied tears of children
Orphaned for neither real good cause or fair reason
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Throw down hard heavy cold burden
From tired hands release ugly bundle
Let new love flow free from good heart
Cascade all world over like sprning rain
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These my now humbled good feet
Carried this glorious mobile temple
Soaring high up sky with greased ease
Time without number to angels' temples
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Allow those given turn fly
Soar above the heavens urge them high
Yours is cheer them on as they upwards climb
The good lord has designed it so has to be right
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When I close my tired eyes
Counting mine blessings twice
Feels goodly great to realise
All is never lost with time
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Approaching light early morning lone star
Must give way to fiery hot bronze gold laced
Sun undresses dark cloth covering mount Table
Mandela's shadow falls over Atlantic waters green
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Hebo Baba can hardly be enough greeting
I see lakes where your swollen feet traversed
In the wilderness rivers were born when you wept
Range of mountains where of necessity you rested
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Really was she some such
Never had any private parts
Many summed her a public park
All paid so her every avenue touch
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To maids he was right crafted fine and dandy
Throngs agreed as one he was much world savvy
He was to all across lands of worhip worthy
Queens on all fours to him crawled soils dirty
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La Dolce Vita

Flying from hilltop to hilltop
Wining and dining the gods
Dancing happily with the stars
Making unhurried love to angels
Could life as we know it be sweeter?

Sailing from ports with girls on each arm
Transcending seas with unbothered calm
Chasing the rainbow and catching it in hand
Assailing the wind still living to tell the tale
Could life as you know it be sweeter?

Partying dusk to dawn sleeping late kissing the moon
For those chosen truly great daylight comes too soon
Reversing poor earth on her axis round and round
Gliding out of the sky frolicking on golden clouds
Has life as they know it ever been sweeter?

Cheering wildly apace abandoning yester years' pains
Love and laughter flowing in every direction each way
Wine and song lighting the soul its dark cavern secrets
Cool breeze and soft offerings blunting want and need
Could this life as we know it ever be sweeter?

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