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Siegfried OheneSidza

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A Cry Of Love

Never could it be to the rise of the morning star,

Neither was it the glittering of the evening light.

The trees withered out their leaves before their season,

The gentle flowing waters angrily locked its door to my face.

The clouds folding their arms; never to give rain!

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