No matter how miles we share apart
No matter how cunning the world
Might spanned around
No matter how late it could be
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The beauty of an African woman
She could swim gaitily in the pool
She is blessed with crown of beads
She is so simple in her glimpse
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My love is as rare as reality
Many ears snoop to the fact
It is a lyric of many hearts
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I was in a hollow
Where i heard the sound of dancers
The sound of happiness, joy, and pleasure
Why dancing all together?
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Cry cry cry
I've seen cries of many bruised faces
Tears, bubbles of the eyes
And, coma I've seen of the wounded hearts
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In the hour of my painful pleasure
When frustration juxtaposed my hands
Even when I trudge through the street
Through the rabbles and itching of the night
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The highway took time to watch
To view how you farther up
And towards me dwindle guttering
My lips closed dim
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I dreamt of the beautiful day
a day when gorgious garment were worn
d-day when two hands juxtaposed to become one
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Does anyone knows
where love flood from?
Does anyone knows
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Does time taking worthwhile?
It takes little time to confess
One’s feeling to Everest lover
How can I be isolated in a valley-hollow regime to whisper
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