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I was a farmer,
And she a gardener.
I sow seeds,
While she breeds fruits.
She is an ice,
She makes heat
The more I touch,
The harder my heart beats.
I thou be held chained,
I will sooth your very pain.
Even in the rain,
For you, my body I will strain.
She is like a tree,
Smiles planted by the riverside,
Leafy and beautifully green,
Now my heart does a cha-cha.
Her skin has the brightest of glows,
Glimmers like diamonds.
And my stares never will I avert.
Her love will I make known,
Throughout Africa.
And her name I will proclaim,
Therein.
Shall i be your rain?
That whilst on you I drizzle,
Your pains then I will ease.
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