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Sep 2019
Sing to me my dear child.
Emit that lovely frequency that pleasures me.
Oh how I miss that tune
That comes so unexpectedly, so unpredictably
The one that makes the chirping birds jealous.
Oh yes my child
Let out that godly sound
The one that sparkle with your innocence
The one that reflects the truth, your truth
Share with me your tears
That brings heat to your face as your body dances uncontrollably to your music
Let me hear your story
As we eliminate the world from our cave of joyce
Yes my child
Take me on that journey of yours
and let's not turn into pillars of salt
by dwelling on our unpleasant history
Let's rewrite the rules
With the instrument of your tune
Written by
Hlengiwe  F/Midrand, South Africa
(F/Midrand, South Africa)   
   BR Dragos
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