One man from each tribe,
One woman from each house,
And a child from each country;
Like the love that swings to touch your heart,
Come and let us meet in this tent of love.
Of the sweet stick that goes into the red valley of love,
Making love all day and night to share the passions;
For if i do have the roses,
I will give them to you.
Of the aroma of love that unites us in the valley of love,
We need the roses and the care it brings to move on;
Like the sweet songs of the birds.
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