​let us kiss, deep and slow, in our long African night, beneath this carpet of stars, bathed in hues of soft light, 

far away from the clamour of each day, to our very own place where palm trees sashay and sway,

far from the echoes of pain, to be washed pure by our African rain,

so come with me, let us be free,

leaving it all behind,

to be,

to simply be …

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