You can keep it as long as you like,
But, a day comes when you will sell it for love!
Because, i am 100 miles away from you;
And, my cassette player is with me in Africa.
The muse of life,
I've got something for everybody;
At anytime of the day and,
At anywhere!
With the muse of my sweet mind spreading across the land.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem