george-nsikak - Hello Poetry

Adiaha Adiaha My wife did call Give my husband food And make sure he feels good Adiaha the maid Did what she said Adiaha Adiaha I'll be travelling Take care of Sir Dress his bed Sweep the house Feed the kids Till I'm back Adiaha the maid Did what she said Adiaha Adiaha The beauty thing She had time My wife was always busy Adiaha the beauty thing This temptation's too big Adiaha the maid Wasn't even paid Interlude: honey, where are you? I'm in cameroon I feel alone Why? Isn't Adiaha around? Please come give me food I'll come next week, Adiaha will give you food Adiaha Adiaha I did call Come lye on my bed I feel deserted Frogs cloaked, ***** crowed Adiaha Adiaha The beauty thing was pregnant Is it my fault? Adiaha the maid Did what you said

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Oct 14, 2016

Oct 14, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC

ADIAHA THE MAID

Adiaha Adiaha My wife did call Give my husband food And make sure he feels good Adiaha the maid Did what she said Adiaha Adiaha I'll be travelling Take care of Sir Dress his bed Sweep the house Feed the kids Till I'm back Adiaha the maid Did what she said Adiaha Adiaha The beauty thing She had time My wife was always busy Adiaha the beauty thing This temptation's too big Adiaha the maid Wasn't even paid Interlude: honey, where are you? I'm in cameroon I feel alone Why? Isn't Adiaha around? Please come give me food I'll come next week, Adiaha will give you food Adiaha Adiaha I did call Come lye on my bed I feel deserted Frogs cloaked, ***** crowed Adiaha Adiaha The beauty thing was pregnant Is it my fault? Adiaha the maid Did what you said

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On a hill I lonely stay A feeling of painful slay I wish that friends would stay So they make me bright and fair. Up on a lonely land I found my lonely friend His clothes were warm and blue And his heart sought to play Long I knew not his name He was but lone himself Poor, wretched and sythe I'd been Sought friends but none to see I exposed my rugged skin And begged in street of streets An empress spat on me And a slave kicked my feet I wept for my head did bleed And my blood went sourly green I found a magic staff Which turned things to gold I wore my ***** rag And touched all I owned Behold came my riches As wide as earthly pit In a castle I did live And kingdoms I did rule Everyone was my friend And no one inflict pain The empress did I kick And the slave I did free I made the poor, kings And the rich I did kiss So good was my reign That no one dared to feign

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Oct 14, 2016

Oct 14, 2016 at 9:35 PM UTC

ALL FRIENDS, MY FRIEND

On a hill I lonely stay A feeling of painful slay I wish that friends would stay So they make me bright and fair. Up on a lonely land I found my lonely friend His clothes were warm and blue And his heart sought to play Long I knew not his name He was but lone himself Poor, wretched and sythe I'd been Sought friends but none to see I exposed my rugged skin And begged in street of streets An empress spat on me And a slave kicked my feet I wept for my head did bleed And my blood went sourly green I found a magic staff Which turned things to gold I wore my ***** rag And touched all I owned Behold came my riches As wide as earthly pit In a castle I did live And kingdoms I did rule Everyone was my friend And no one inflict pain The empress did I kick And the slave I did free I made the poor, kings And the rich I did kiss So good was my reign That no one dared to feign

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Together, we rocked snowy mountains Sending the ice, down our spines A feeling of pleasure and scenes of trebors Like kids and candy We licked each other Like pairs of trousers We clung to each other The dark skinned damsel Goddess of beauty She was gay in ornaments And sweet in smell I coaxed her gently And she said mi amor I knew not what that meant But I kissed her like ice creams Like thunder came our lips Like lightening went our hands So we made it soft and sweet Like angels in mistletoes That moaned like gentle doves I had waited for this day To crush lips together Tie tongues for better And remained there forever I drank saliva from her lips So sweet the ecstasy her mouth was full of soup And mine was made if spoons I sipped her sweet nectar And wished I'd be there forever. We tumbled the woods And fell trees like boom The lions smiled While tigers clapped their hands Foxes sang And ***** screamed boom berry bang The feeling so ecstatic I thought I'd die there Thought I'd never return But my ugly wife woke me up And her face made me scream I wish I had died in the dream So sweet had it been By sipping nectar in the dream

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Oct 14, 2016

Oct 14, 2016 at 9:34 PM UTC

My Ugly Wife's Face

Together, we rocked snowy mountains Sending the ice, down our spines A feeling of pleasure and scenes of trebors Like kids and candy We licked each other Like pairs of trousers We clung to each other The dark skinned damsel Goddess of beauty She was gay in ornaments And sweet in smell I coaxed her gently And she said mi amor I knew not what that meant But I kissed her like ice creams Like thunder came our lips Like lightening went our hands So we made it soft and sweet Like angels in mistletoes That moaned like gentle doves I had waited for this day To crush lips together Tie tongues for better And remained there forever I drank saliva from her lips So sweet the ecstasy her mouth was full of soup And mine was made if spoons I sipped her sweet nectar And wished I'd be there forever. We tumbled the woods And fell trees like boom The lions smiled While tigers clapped their hands Foxes sang And ***** screamed boom berry bang The feeling so ecstatic I thought I'd die there Thought I'd never return But my ugly wife woke me up And her face made me scream I wish I had died in the dream So sweet had it been By sipping nectar in the dream

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Nkoyo, the beautiful girl The daughter of a farmer The wife of a palm wine tapper Nkoyo was as charming as mud Nkoyo is beautiful Nkoyo the beautiful girl Her hands were like iron And her fingers were like old dry wood She had bicycle legs And her toes were like stones Nkoyo was as clean as dirt Nkoyo is beautiful Nkoyo the beautiful girl Her backside was like olumo rock It never shook and had no form Her hips were a carpenter's craft And her waist, a crooked staff When Nkoyo danced She was like a monster about to die Nkoyo was as gorgeous as an ostritch Nkoyo is beautiful Nkoyo the beautiful girl Her face was like a dog's dung Her teeth shone like darkness And her eyes were colorless She farted through her nose And it killed my pet goose Nkoyo was as pretty as a bull Nkoyo is beautiful Nkoyo, the beautiful girl Nkoyo was my wife Because of her wretched looking face I vomitted every now and then I wish I had paid dowry But her dad had given her for free I was no handsome either She screamed when she saw me naked But I was no worse than her We lived in our old ancient cave Bearing ugly ugly children

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Oct 14, 2016

Oct 14, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC

NKOYO IS MY WIFE

Nkoyo, the beautiful girl The daughter of a farmer The wife of a palm wine tapper Nkoyo was as charming as mud Nkoyo is beautiful Nkoyo the beautiful girl Her hands were like iron And her fingers were like old dry wood She had bicycle legs And her toes were like stones Nkoyo was as clean as dirt Nkoyo is beautiful Nkoyo the beautiful girl Her backside was like olumo rock It never shook and had no form Her hips were a carpenter's craft And her waist, a crooked staff When Nkoyo danced She was like a monster about to die Nkoyo was as gorgeous as an ostritch Nkoyo is beautiful Nkoyo the beautiful girl Her face was like a dog's dung Her teeth shone like darkness And her eyes were colorless She farted through her nose And it killed my pet goose Nkoyo was as pretty as a bull Nkoyo is beautiful Nkoyo, the beautiful girl Nkoyo was my wife Because of her wretched looking face I vomitted every now and then I wish I had paid dowry But her dad had given her for free I was no handsome either She screamed when she saw me naked But I was no worse than her We lived in our old ancient cave Bearing ugly ugly children

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At the Biafran front, I fought Tearing down Nigerians With shots of guns We fought like men Defending our lands But with risk and fear As some went blind Among our troops Were hatred and envy Tribalism of doom Had taken over our army. Alongside my brother We triggered together Tearing down men Like pales of feathers. As a boy of sixteen I saw terror in fifteen Behold dead men lay like weeds Vultures had enough to feed Among the dead people I saw my old father, he died still feeble. Turning to my right Lay my mother, sister at flight My hands became weak And my heart did bleed They were killed by the army Which I fought that they live. Biafra was in famine As children starved to death A thousand Igbos massacred at night As our troops retreat to die. Nigeria flew their jets Bombing no one but children and old women A grenade caught my brother And I knew it all be over. The seaways were surrounded Nigerian Navy locked us in our grave No weapon came to Biafra Even our camouflage had become rags Enugu; capital of Biafra had been captured There's nothing left, except to be raptured. Oron and Calabar fell Nigeria sent us hell So in battle front we had Nothing more than matchets and planks Our major had ran And we were left, to die at our hands. With fear, my fellows fell The fear of death, none could tell I ran through the forest Finding way for my escape Lo there was a tunnel And so I escaped Colonels. Fifty thousand fighters quite survived it They were buried alive In mass graves for their deeds. Down in my tunnel of sleep I saw my family in the deep Papa, I called aloud my father He said go for the war is over. Biafra had surrendered But I had lost an arm Millions had died Diseases did bade them bye The war, famine did sail them high Though a soldier I survived. I had lost my home family and lineage. What would I do with a withered arm? Flies had really fed it by As the last man alive, No one cared whether I die. So I died a lonely death With no one to cry

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Oct 14, 2016

Oct 14, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC

The Fight For Biafra

At the Biafran front, I fought Tearing down Nigerians With shots of guns We fought like men Defending our lands But with risk and fear As some went blind Among our troops Were hatred and envy Tribalism of doom Had taken over our army. Alongside my brother We triggered together Tearing down men Like pales of feathers. As a boy of sixteen I saw terror in fifteen Behold dead men lay like weeds Vultures had enough to feed Among the dead people I saw my old father, he died still feeble. Turning to my right Lay my mother, sister at flight My hands became weak And my heart did bleed They were killed by the army Which I fought that they live. Biafra was in famine As children starved to death A thousand Igbos massacred at night As our troops retreat to die. Nigeria flew their jets Bombing no one but children and old women A grenade caught my brother And I knew it all be over. The seaways were surrounded Nigerian Navy locked us in our grave No weapon came to Biafra Even our camouflage had become rags Enugu; capital of Biafra had been captured There's nothing left, except to be raptured. Oron and Calabar fell Nigeria sent us hell So in battle front we had Nothing more than matchets and planks Our major had ran And we were left, to die at our hands. With fear, my fellows fell The fear of death, none could tell I ran through the forest Finding way for my escape Lo there was a tunnel And so I escaped Colonels. Fifty thousand fighters quite survived it They were buried alive In mass graves for their deeds. Down in my tunnel of sleep I saw my family in the deep Papa, I called aloud my father He said go for the war is over. Biafra had surrendered But I had lost an arm Millions had died Diseases did bade them bye The war, famine did sail them high Though a soldier I survived. I had lost my home family and lineage. What would I do with a withered arm? Flies had really fed it by As the last man alive, No one cared whether I die. So I died a lonely death With no one to cry

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You say you'll love me more Like candle lights on baltimore We had our first kiss like forever more Though miles and metres You made it better Writing poems of love Like crickets at dawn Though I left off track You put me in paths Rendering me down apart In your prisons of heart You tied me with chains Expecting me to feign Now who would I blame For those that led to shame. You poisoned my life In the process of your love You brought me down heights Like we wanted to fight Strangled me with might Expecting me to die. you attended my funeral Watching me smell and stack I had no coven, but wrapped by your charm You danced in your mind Saying alas he died, so I can live my life. But there in the coven, I knew you had something in mind. He came that night He came that night Saying praise be the lord That alas he is gone Now we can share our blood Pushing in and out, till when it's dawn. You held each other Like marigolds in summer Clinging lips together Like birds of a feather You undress his chest Stroking the hairs of his head Saying between your lips I wish George a safe trip You both tumbled that night Making love in my hide Making me in my grave cry Like a dead porcupine I could do but nothing Watching him bounce you like a monkey I cried I cried I cried I cried Wishing I could rise That I might stand and fight But no way no way I had to die.

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Oct 14, 2016

Oct 14, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC

I'm All Yours

You say you'll love me more Like candle lights on baltimore We had our first kiss like forever more Though miles and metres You made it better Writing poems of love Like crickets at dawn Though I left off track You put me in paths Rendering me down apart In your prisons of heart You tied me with chains Expecting me to feign Now who would I blame For those that led to shame. You poisoned my life In the process of your love You brought me down heights Like we wanted to fight Strangled me with might Expecting me to die. you attended my funeral Watching me smell and stack I had no coven, but wrapped by your charm You danced in your mind Saying alas he died, so I can live my life. But there in the coven, I knew you had something in mind. He came that night He came that night Saying praise be the lord That alas he is gone Now we can share our blood Pushing in and out, till when it's dawn. You held each other Like marigolds in summer Clinging lips together Like birds of a feather You undress his chest Stroking the hairs of his head Saying between your lips I wish George a safe trip You both tumbled that night Making love in my hide Making me in my grave cry Like a dead porcupine I could do but nothing Watching him bounce you like a monkey I cried I cried I cried I cried Wishing I could rise That I might stand and fight But no way no way I had to die.

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In the corners of Lagos There was yet no favor I slept in gutters of Surulere And woke in streets of Ajegunle No food, no home no brother I lived my life in lowly ponder My stomach always ached for hunger As I search dust bins of hamburgers This was the life I lived In the big city if the rich. Under bridges I did sleep Calling it pleasure like peppermint When the rains came I endured it soaking me down from underneath Thousands of mosquitoes fed from me While bats always sang me sleep My clothes they did stink For real, I'd no bath for weeks This is the life I lived In a country full of meat My mother where art thou My father had long drown my family was a crown When they saw me they did frown Striking me down in such big town In my rag my heart did pound Oh what a life have I found This the life was I bound As I lay folding like a prawn I had a revelation, I did say That Christ could help without pay Having love and mercy for those in pain Tears of joy I did shed That all be over, lest I faint In my rags I left for church on Sunday sit behind the ushers did say just Because I did smell No one looked at me no one cared They're were well dressed in golden bracelets No one sat close to me lest they faint For my smell was really feign Time for alter call the pastor said I dared to go but they did held You'll disgrace our church for you smell This is my life I did tell Explaining it like fairy tale. I left the church in holy shame Knowing well I had no place with them Church is for the rich, I exclaimed So my life continued in shatter dreams Feeding from spyrogyra I did live I thought I'd die a man man bring But things changed as I began to think.

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Oct 14, 2016

Oct 14, 2016 at 9:16 PM UTC

My Journey

In the corners of Lagos There was yet no favor I slept in gutters of Surulere And woke in streets of Ajegunle No food, no home no brother I lived my life in lowly ponder My stomach always ached for hunger As I search dust bins of hamburgers This was the life I lived In the big city if the rich. Under bridges I did sleep Calling it pleasure like peppermint When the rains came I endured it soaking me down from underneath Thousands of mosquitoes fed from me While bats always sang me sleep My clothes they did stink For real, I'd no bath for weeks This is the life I lived In a country full of meat My mother where art thou My father had long drown my family was a crown When they saw me they did frown Striking me down in such big town In my rag my heart did pound Oh what a life have I found This the life was I bound As I lay folding like a prawn I had a revelation, I did say That Christ could help without pay Having love and mercy for those in pain Tears of joy I did shed That all be over, lest I faint In my rags I left for church on Sunday sit behind the ushers did say just Because I did smell No one looked at me no one cared They're were well dressed in golden bracelets No one sat close to me lest they faint For my smell was really feign Time for alter call the pastor said I dared to go but they did held You'll disgrace our church for you smell This is my life I did tell Explaining it like fairy tale. I left the church in holy shame Knowing well I had no place with them Church is for the rich, I exclaimed So my life continued in shatter dreams Feeding from spyrogyra I did live I thought I'd die a man man bring But things changed as I began to think.

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The flaws my father's deed shall mean no equal for me there's always a change -- in a family history one adored with beauty amidst the greatness of fantasies there's a hero in our midst should it seem funny it is me? The flaws of my father's deed that caused fountains of grief it melted us kids within gullible prejudice it denied us prince the lives of worthy kings and rendered us weary the honor of our genes there's a hero in our midst should it seem funny it is me. The flaws of my father's deed rendering us painful surreals Behind us was a tragic piece thousands of stories -- to tell and keep we sailed through valleys of thorns, thistles and thieves and here we come -- saying all hail we the flaws of my father's deed shall mean no equal for me there's a hero in the family obviously, he is me

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Oct 14, 2016

Oct 14, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC

Hero of the Family

The flaws my father's deed shall mean no equal for me there's always a change -- in a family history one adored with beauty amidst the greatness of fantasies there's a hero in our midst should it seem funny it is me? The flaws of my father's deed that caused fountains of grief it melted us kids within gullible prejudice it denied us prince the lives of worthy kings and rendered us weary the honor of our genes there's a hero in our midst should it seem funny it is me. The flaws of my father's deed rendering us painful surreals Behind us was a tragic piece thousands of stories -- to tell and keep we sailed through valleys of thorns, thistles and thieves and here we come -- saying all hail we the flaws of my father's deed shall mean no equal for me there's a hero in the family obviously, he is me

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This is dedicated to the millions who died in the Biafra - Nigeria civil war Counting the losses Of my people at dawn Breaking the curses Of no wholly source I sought to wage war Without funds and money I thought to secede From a nation strong and many I was full of envy for vain minorities I am an educated soldier Of an eastern defunct border Proclaiming Biafra Was so big an agenda Building militias To **** and to tether My opposed tribal brothers And the critics of my powers I denied much on media All that hid in my fingers My plans I held higher The proclamation of Biafra I am an educated soldier Of an eastern defunct border Visible to the blind Were were ready for a fight Audible to the deaf Huge price of war to pay Hausas killed in numbers By my igbo sons and daughters yorubas were driven without boots by my fellow Biafran youths Ibibios were suspicious So were Urhobos, Itsekiris and Ijaws Enmity was at its peak So high that none could breach All these were my agenda My services to Biafra Was so good for me to render On May 30th 1967 Was just like a fable I declared in the open Without even a wobble The state of Biafra Almost complete; an agenda An anthem was composed Flag and currency; none could oppose The heat of the tension Is such I couldn't mention The height of jubilation Not all did it favor There was sorrow in the land This, I cared not apart I was a symbol in the world For the havoc I did cause I am an educated soldier Of an eastern defunct border The war began With no money at hand We fought with pride With pains in our hands We fought with might Defending our father's land We died in mass Numbers of air attacks We killed civilians Of the tribes against our plan We'd shoot in the heart Every oppose we'd catch Nigerians were too strong but we swore we'd burn I saw no flaw In the havoc I did cause I am an educated soldier Of an eastern defunct border Hunger and thirst Was order of the day Sorrow was a pest and death had no end Too many burdens to bear The pains of war to pay We ran out of guns Bullets, grenades, even bombs We had but matchets Arrows, stones and spears But We faced an army Of full artillery Our tragedy had no end Even God couldn't help So our homicide was cast And We became fossils at last Let those who seek war; stop and think The pains of it;higher than that of peace So I e'caped in a copter Leaving my people to suffer So on exile I did ponder while millions died in yonder I am an educated soldier Of an eastern defunct border I write from the grave From the hell of my pains I was that educated soldier Who took you to battle borders And ran, leaving you to suffer I was that educated soldier Of an eastern defunct border.

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Oct 14, 2016

Oct 14, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC

I was an educated soldier

This is dedicated to the millions who died in the Biafra - Nigeria civil war Counting the losses Of my people at dawn Breaking the curses Of no wholly source I sought to wage war Without funds and money I thought to secede From a nation strong and many I was full of envy for vain minorities I am an educated soldier Of an eastern defunct border Proclaiming Biafra Was so big an agenda Building militias To **** and to tether My opposed tribal brothers And the critics of my powers I denied much on media All that hid in my fingers My plans I held higher The proclamation of Biafra I am an educated soldier Of an eastern defunct border Visible to the blind Were were ready for a fight Audible to the deaf Huge price of war to pay Hausas killed in numbers By my igbo sons and daughters yorubas were driven without boots by my fellow Biafran youths Ibibios were suspicious So were Urhobos, Itsekiris and Ijaws Enmity was at its peak So high that none could breach All these were my agenda My services to Biafra Was so good for me to render On May 30th 1967 Was just like a fable I declared in the open Without even a wobble The state of Biafra Almost complete; an agenda An anthem was composed Flag and currency; none could oppose The heat of the tension Is such I couldn't mention The height of jubilation Not all did it favor There was sorrow in the land This, I cared not apart I was a symbol in the world For the havoc I did cause I am an educated soldier Of an eastern defunct border The war began With no money at hand We fought with pride With pains in our hands We fought with might Defending our father's land We died in mass Numbers of air attacks We killed civilians Of the tribes against our plan We'd shoot in the heart Every oppose we'd catch Nigerians were too strong but we swore we'd burn I saw no flaw In the havoc I did cause I am an educated soldier Of an eastern defunct border Hunger and thirst Was order of the day Sorrow was a pest and death had no end Too many burdens to bear The pains of war to pay We ran out of guns Bullets, grenades, even bombs We had but matchets Arrows, stones and spears But We faced an army Of full artillery Our tragedy had no end Even God couldn't help So our homicide was cast And We became fossils at last Let those who seek war; stop and think The pains of it;higher than that of peace So I e'caped in a copter Leaving my people to suffer So on exile I did ponder while millions died in yonder I am an educated soldier Of an eastern defunct border I write from the grave From the hell of my pains I was that educated soldier Who took you to battle borders And ran, leaving you to suffer I was that educated soldier Of an eastern defunct border.

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'm as empty as the air Weighing too hard for me to bear I'm as free as the birds What such freedom could be wrapped in pains I'm as lonely as doom Still glooming; as happy as I could I hide from many moons It's thoughtless; but it's worth that I should Among my tranquility; there's one thing missing Give me a lip, and make me crave for a kiss. I'm softer than the sea Holding nothing but all therein I'm as strong as a bridge So tender, so young, an unhappy king I strive to beat challenges Yet so poor, so battered are in my midst I admire flowers; the true art of nature Rendering in the hollow; was love I could fervour I admire butterflies and the birds in the skies Loving parrots and the errors of their speech I love nature and all that therein But there's one thing missing So soothing it is; the embrace of ladies. I'm as happy as the dead Smiling so bright; such I could tame I love children; and the blood in their veins Their happiness, I say, was more bright than fair They crowded me; a story telling fiction They spoke to me; sounding waters from amazon Their crave for me; was more than I could pardon I loved little children; beyond compassion But there's something missing The one thing that had no meaning Give me your embrace, and forever are gone my pains. I'm as emotional as nothing The true revelation of logic I loved a lady; the very appearance of magic She's as beautiful as beauty And as elegant as misery Her face made me happy And her thought made me mystery She was the one omnipresence Beyond the reality of my dreams Her name was magnamity The creation of my innate reality I love her; like I love nothing But there's one thing missing No, there's one thing missing Nothing can fulfill me Yes, nothing can fulfill me Not even the glory Absolutely, not even the glory Not even the glory of the wide world's riches. Among my tranquility; there's one thing missing Give me a lip, and make me crave for a kiss. I love nature and all that therein But there's one thing missing So soothing it is; the embrace of ladies. The one thing that had no meaning Give me your embrace, and forever are gone my pains. But there's one thing missing No, there's one thing missing Nothing can fulfill me Yes, nothing can fulfill me Not even the glory Absolutely, not even the glory Not even the glory of the wide world's riches.

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Aug 18, 2016

Aug 18, 2016 at 6:27 AM UTC

Nothing Can Fulfill Me

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