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Be safe, pretend we can start all over again
I may be slow but I know the way to be whole
We can make our abode along the sandy old stone
Good God, I’m sold; The sea’s a sight to behold
Swiftly through the great bend of the Nile
(Plot the mountains of the moon)
Olives and grapes seen for miles
(Cresting on the highland’s throne)
To the virgin plains (an excursion from the desert)
The calypso deep (is our solitary treasure)
Write and speak (of the journey of the kindred)
Our history (the godless and the sacred)
The earth is green far as the eye can see
The buds are ripe and they open up for me
Come, girl, sit here upon my knee
How’s that for sensuality?
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