Mysia Hayling

I love my land
I eat by the sweat of my hand
the hot sun God made my body to stand
the rain and I go together like beach and sand.
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Every time I see you
Or I hear you my heart skip a beat
And my mind overheats.
I'm frozen cold because the words buried in my soul can never be told.
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I love you for the part of me that you bring out,

I love you because your love I can't do without.
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Praise to the man who had the idea to bring KFC here, it doesn't seem to be going anywhere.
It is here to stay, as Grenadians eating chicken night and day. Don't talk about when they get pay.
The line stretching right out to the door, they can't get enough they want more. They say the chicken is finger licking, the smell have your mouth dribbling.
The only restaurant that ain't struggling. Don't talk about Christmas, Public Holidays, Big Shows, Sports and Carnival, Chicken flying like hot bread and butter in the air, not even a left over piece anywhere.
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Circumstances can change a man,
Circumstances make him turn into a woman.

Circumstances can make her not understand;
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