Ibironke, let loose lights of loveIbironke, let loose lights of love!
Here where all is dead darkHere where all is dead dark;
As of a forgotten paradise parkAs of a forgotten paradise park.
For an Elodorado estranged from grandeur and splendourFor an Elodorado estranged from grandeur and splendour,
Would finally fall for orgorsWould finally fall for orgors.
Even now I ponder in thoughtful wrathEven now I ponder in thoughtful wrath,
Of what use is a muse without a mustard of thoughOf what use is a muse without a mustard of thougOf what use is a muse without a mustard of thoughOf what use is a muse without a mustard of thought
Ibironke, in my heart though art the milky moon,
Hanging amid many stars when noon,
Is laid to resIs laid to rest.
The embers of hope that glisten at best.
The name is like t
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O what romantic disaster in the air!