Oh! What a cause to lament for;
the pollard has been cut off, the strong Iroko is now sore.
The polemics have been extra-ordinary in their new clone.
Oh! See what exility has done!
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A day with stamerers,
makes you a wanderer.
How you wish to tame!
So cold the throat and lame.
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There's a rendition I want to give;
His attention I want to call.
To me who was lost;
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Sing Songs flying bird.
Sonorous voice fill the air.
Pressured lyrics fill my ear.
Sound of purity, wash the soul.
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So used to life, death looks strange.
Gourdously feasting are the populace on this morbid meal.
Evenly shared are the particles of odious thoughts.
After life of this walls,
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All eyes on her legs.
Green with the leaves,
White with the clouds on.
Hair like Lawyer's wigs.
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Birds sing in the moonless night.
Filled up lecture theatres.
Long queues on short benches.
Some tall; others short.
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Every heart has a beat.
Same slow kind of beat.
Paces, pants in parts.
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Were we to be able to draw our lines.
We will write our lifes.
In gold prints our words will stand.
The mirror in our mind will be our stage.
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