Selected for your love and selected for your muse,
But it is only in the higher order to warm you up!
And like the sky over Berlin.
One bog one or two small ones,
And like the sky over Accra;
But the atmosphere over Africa is like the colours of your love.
Without a better education,
The better high-paying jobs are forever out of reach! !
And like your daily needs in the land of your muse,
But be very wise in what you do always.
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