Africa i have been away from your wandering,
like a fulani cow but everynight amist the horros of highway deaths,
and the menace of neon-eyed gods,
i feel the warmth of your arms,
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I made it clear,
that all they wanted was to fit in their peers,
they all went into the dark.
Never to look aback.
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A princess in the sky
shinimg so bright like a citadel of a blue castle
a mystical flame
near and high
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Always in bed
but seeing the grave
a time of rest and sorrow
looking so thin and tall
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From the sun set, to the twilight
you never seized to give your light
and your cool warming breeze
that keeps the birds always in flight
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Who plants a seed
and harvest a fied,
he that want to gain, without pain,
always in a sealed room counting his money,
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Beneath the roots of
sleeping leaves,
and the dreams of trees
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The mother of human race, a beautiful evil, cruel and kind, image of beauty, instrument of procreation.
A misery of man's history, from of old, when bushes were horses, and trees speaketh and walketh.
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