Jove sent me a Kalanga
Queen. So rare
There isn't another
Like her, so fair
Like an African lion, patient
With the affection of a mother hen
Precious like fossils from an ancient
Civiliasation. Lovely like art of the San
I committed murder, first degree
She gave me a fine feather light
She stole a sweet, and I couldn't agree
To anything short of her life
Despite this she carried with a donkey like endurance
Believing so much in us
Now I lost marital dance chance
She deserves better, I'm a curse
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