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This woman, Lives next to my house.
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This woman, Lives next to my house.
We all have a card up sleeve, And time has come to soon exercise it.
The night is silent, The moon illuminates my path,
My baby Angel is it fair? Am now left with no heir,
I have been robbed of my treasure. It all started yesterday in my routine farm checks,
The doors bolt open in the dark night, I don't want to do this,
On my cold bed here I lie So much buried in deep silence that unearths the bitter memories in me
When I met you, I met myself, Laughter and cuddles defined our dates,
Baby when we lie down, I want us to do so in unison.
I am Mama Africa, at least I used to be, My black skin described the pride I held deep within,
Love shines through thy eyes, Its the only thing I can offer,
From a distance I could see her Fingers crossed Eyes closed