A Rasta Man is in front here
Forward in front of her door step
Here I search and find my friend
We mingle and cuddle via the air
Time is limited to lovers love term
He burn She burn They burnt
Words we say we burn till death;
I Love You, i love you too.
A Root-Bwoy is search for him empress
My words like canibas I express
The flowery scent of my lip text
She smiles at me silently inevitably
For hours the signs were alive
She reckon that truely I admire
Her beauty from within is mine
Beautiful! will you be my wife?
I and I guides my thrust in life
My signature is forever on her address
She is calm and royal in life
The one girl me call princess
Years but rasta love we fall in
Like flowing river in an enchanted glade
We swim till we drown its sweets
Love with love clear as crystal water
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