The winter summer and rain will peck at it
wthout shelther, without shade
down from the savanna up to the mountains
nature's blossom still blossoms
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The summon to court passed
as the time for trial arrived before my eyes
all sits still after the adjournment that caused a choas in court
as the eyes of a jury caught mine
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As the dews fell on me
i opened the door without keys
walking through the rooms
in search of something unknown
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On arrival of the messanger into the doors with no locks
a visitors welcome is felt but not shown
beholding like many potters, he wrought a work on the wheels
beaten deeply into his hands, he marred the vessel made of clay
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The one I sat with made me lament
the voice of them falling from east and west
the worries of the present time has made the mind and soul a burning bush
as sweet is love for another as honey,
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Sitting at the back of my limo
i thought of my best friend Bob
as the towns kept us in hiding
the bushes and morning dews only reminded us what hour of the day
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