Kuku ble kuku, kuku ble kuku
It is morning, and fresh birds' songs
Twitting around that cold early morn
The birds twit and sing, singing and twitting
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Come, come into the light
See, see the doves
Some white doves on sunshine padding
Their shadows sparkle on
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The flowerily card arrived
With lipstick mark, stains
Telegraphing your roly-poly
Arousing thought, shared thoughts
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and there, up and near, to behold
distinct on the horizon, the
cyclical smiles of the moon at dawn
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Let's thankful be me
and appreciate
in good and in worse
a case may be
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It's a two way traffic
those coming and those going
as they come
we celebrate
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thick cloudy winds
this change again
the harmattan of change
and cries of pains
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the cloud loud and dark it is
just like yesterday and turning into mish
here stand I at the riverside
dim, gleaming in the darkness of rain
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