Oh Africa, how I wish I could get lost in you. No tangles of this western proper life, cords of instant friends on a bright screen, and loneliness Loneliness. Africa, take me to your arms of vibrant colors, the solace and awe of your dusks, the rooster's call of a new day... no beeping, no snoozing, no sleeping. Alive and awake.
She Still Sings To Me
She Still Sings To Me
She Still Sings To Me
Oh Africa, how I wish I could get lost in you. No tangles of this western proper life, cords of instant friends on a bright screen, and loneliness Loneliness. Africa, take me to your arms of vibrant colors, the solace and awe of your dusks, the rooster's call of a new day... no beeping, no snoozing, no sleeping. Alive and awake.
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