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| poetry to the morning |
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| I feel the wind should take care and not blow too strongly and the cars not too loudly for the new dawned day has fragile ribs don't dent the day and cripple the people. * The time to be pure an only age to be raw I'm being myself now africa is the feeling within me where all things began and all ages begin I grew up in your arms we grew up in your womb africa is where we are primitive without greed and fashion you never spoilt us never spoiled our lives- africa. |