Gingerly walking down the lane,
Of worn out paths of shrubs & tiny insect's
for a rendezvous with nature
and a little time to think
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b'ęránko bà p'égbá nigbò, kiniun lolori wøn
b'ęiyę p'øgøfa l'ødan așa l'øga gbogbo wøn
b'øba p'ęgbęrun laiye, ønirisha ni baba wøn
b'obinrin ti pøto laiye, iwø motunrayo ni mø yan layo
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335 days sin abound aplenty
we look no further for remedy
cos'tis' all we ever do
sin, sin, sin is all we always do
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she sits with poise on her throne smiling,
just like every other girl but she isn't forming,
beauty with brains, she lights flames with pen,
what a pity, fate fate decide to steal her stride
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beads of sweat forms a path on his body
heavy sac sways gently in his burly Rhythm
legs so heavy, a reminder of spent years
just one glance you know he has been broken
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if only GOD will let us hear their cries
of pains and regret of things
left unsaid or undone while alive
we would all think twice before sinning.
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everything become so real
laughter, heartbeats so fast her face enchanting
her smile infectious
once upon a time in April.
...
there was once a rose
a beautiful pretty rose
so radiant and pleasant to the eyes.
everybody wanted to have it in their house.
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