muhammed olarewaju abdulraheem

if the wind blew so hard
uprooting all the plant in the farm
it can't uproot the planted love in my heart for thee
thee as been the best friend i knew
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i rise with hurt temper
involve in a hot blunt talk
i could not make edge with their talk
but i break their heart
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Ere you look at the time
It is far spent in tranquility
Neither the doors northe window to suffer
Upon your non chalant attitude
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under the sun we generate our wealth
in the day around the dried ground
we slept read and merry
for the next day maybe dread and sorrow
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oh! africa my africa
under the bright shining sun dwell the black panther
under the beautiful sun emanate our scholar and leader
both striving to grow more explorer
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maybe that wasn't worst
thinking about you is the lust
back again, i left you for the world
man had been restless from the start of life
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At the rise of the sun
in the beginning of the harmattan
i rise with hope
and great happiness to show
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this are my world for you
i don't know if i will win the world for you
even if we depart
i don't know if i will look back and say"l love yo"
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YOU VIEW ME PRICELESS
THEY THOUGHT ME WORTHLESS
YOU SANG ME A SONG OF HOPE
THEY RING ME A BELL OF DOOM
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