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Singer:
Frozen rivers
Seen from the plateau
Of a new edge that is this leaving
That sometimes
Makes you hard, and cry
In the weakness.
You will have to walk on ice for a while.
Woven weeds
Black as the sheep on the mountain
And for some time
Love
Widowed you from me
As you wander
Your sadness draped upon you like a shawl.
But on the hill
There is one
Waiting
Like sunlight, to come through.
Narrator:
Twenty years after you trod the foothills of Lesotho
You tracked me down to the Indian Ocean coast
I was married by then and again we could not meet
You had lost your only child, mine was soon to be born.
Once more we failed to run the streams of our lives together.
And I remembered the song of the frozen rivers
Where you walked on ice and still had not come through.
Frank Bana
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