Beneath a Beautiful Ancient City
Pouring out my mind like the showers of rainfall
Gathering of clouds like the sign of sky fall
The vessel that horns the loudest echo
Makes my heart sing of amego
As you drown yourself in your deepest ego
The eyes bow their lids to your physical radiance
Mouths stutter at your overflowing elegance
Your admirers are anxious to come to your presence
Emotional geologists are eager to know the depth of your real essence
Hearts are broken with exploitation
Pockets are dried up in expenses
Men are entangled in your ecstasy
Your love is expensive like the diamond of Sierra Leon
Your heart is not as golden as you appear
But your trumpet is as loquacious as a parrot
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