But the marriage is dead when the pleasure is fled.
Sweet America we love you,
Sweet Ghana we love you,
Sweet Africa we love you,
But the summer to me is like life in Takoradi.
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Sister Akos,
But do sing me the songs of joy for,The echoes of your songs can easily lead me on.
Fearfulness,
Panted;For the night of your pleasure has now turned into fear! !Because the bombs are now falling unto everyone’s house,And the hospitals cannot take care of the dead!The shield of war is now broken into pieces,And the bombs are now falling unto everyone’s house;But, is there any hope for us? !
A day of emotion and a night of passion,
My heart yearns for you my sweet one;But your love is far away from me.The joy i felt inside me and,Of your love as a lamp unto my heart;But absolutely with the extra mile to rest my rank on.Maybe i am a chief on your love,Maybe you are the one to lead me on,But you…
The starter and the forgotten,
Feel my love and taste my lips,For Famara your friend is with the words of love.
The solidarity rally is in the south,
For i am still searching for a common ground to sell my name,And history will always record our wrong doings.My name is Sandra but,Are you the Jew who left the jewel? !Then come in and let me learn more from you.
Depart, art, part, dear, read, ear, dart, eat, pad, ate, tar, pet, era, at, rat, tea, tear, tap, pear!
And like the sweet act of your love in the land of your muse with the roses of love.