Anabahati Mlay Biography

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Empty souls
With so much dryness
They try to fill their cup
With water from others wells
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My mind kept wondering
And all i could find were empty spaces
and i journeyed into my present
isn't this what i feared the most?
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Those cold nights
With no blanket to keep her warm
Those ruthless nights
Without a soul to console her
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They don't know this song
But they dance to it
Not before have their ears met this beat
But they will break a leg for it
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