Her lips were coated with flowers
She had the beauty of the Savannah
Her torrent chest where like caves
She walk with accosted pride of Lagos
So adorable like the meadow of Ugandan
Soft like the golden wool of Pharaoh
Glittering skin polish from Ethiopia
Grooves with endowed hair like Oprah
The sunset low on these mountains
Took away the makeup of her beauty
Age became the mortal throes
Above the stride she scurvy
Chest fallen like hailstorm
Her hair brought back snow from Moscow
Her eloquence fallen to feet of time
Oh! lady Ankara what happened to your beauty?
Yesterday she fall asleep at tail point ends
Yes the brought her home in a narrow bed
They sang hymns along her kinsmen
Oh! lady of the west you were but no more
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