When this world vanishes
When it goes with its own things
When the sun glows dim then
The moon shall head adark shape
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The flavour of mount Mulanje grins
In the thick of low clouds it grips
The palace of peace wrapped in sighing love
While species of birds, fly in amazing gaze
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Life is a journey of lifeless to crisp
When it gets cracked and lost its grip
It dangles and hisses which is a sign of blood
It then travels to reach its node and degenerates
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Oh, you're so big and wide
O! How rocky and murky 'u are
You're so young and long
Oh, you're so devilish and vile
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Perched, dropped, flipped
Sounds of the day
Sounds of the woman in colors
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A special day peeps
In amorning breeze
Coated with dews
Like Iron in zinc
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She slips through the gate
Polished in aroma from the Getto
A world tends to be the sun shinning
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That is a mirror, anatural mirror
That stands ahead of ahuman rear
Displaying such miraculous versions
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Revolves across the world
As aspinning word
In its orbit
With adiscovery at large
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Nyagondwe the grandma
Far from the out of reach
She brings offsprings
on the carpet
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