Aflower to kiss,
the flower yet to be flowering
So cute but not yet cluttering
in the bowl, the flower is the sent
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In the Gideon valley I grew up, crawled with scars
I was drowned ten times when I was a young stratum star
The stream in between I swum when it was winter usual crest
Perfectly the home of baobab trees, songs of baboons' seasons' lake
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I wouldn't leave the stars inside if I were you
Such a watchful styles mingling that way
Let eyes blink at Malawian dances
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If all days were this day
When a child was born in a city
Born was a child among sun smiles
Of pregnant hope that swells in the new miles
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By and low by and low
The city of Blantyre and Rome
When the whistle blow and bound
The noisy killer the noisy waver grind
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At this hour of the day
At this lunch hour of love
Under the enclosed earth of happiness
We have this life of romance
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Quiet see, I so cool in tis blissful shade
Plates had a two dancing Frocks
Roses grabbing a rubbing on our lips
The cowboy, over the moon and remains within
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Kayelekela was born in Karonga district of uranium unison
It is like Sapitwa spirits that live there in hard bones unit
Two main spirits, husband and wife, dwelled in that spectrum
The compound of all spirits in the curved spurs of holy sputum
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Beauty is like a butterfly
It flies into the house
And get out of a natural sky
That buzzes from the hassles
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When life closes down from heaven
down is the gift of hell
down is the light of hope
Then here comes the king
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