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Arewa
Sometimes, when you see the shadows Of those who left to stay faraway. You name the stars, and star your names. They say there is a city somewhere A city where the breath on people's skin Don't smell of dirt, or stain their shirts. A city where everything is beauty-full. A city where the sun speaks in a voice That knows how to walk a man's earth. Arewà, the thorns you found on my bed Have grown into flowers, smelling nice. The fire you said blazed on my roof Now burns blue, in love and freedom The luxury you craved for in the city Is now in my barn and my hunting bag. I miss you when the snows teach me How to die in summer and stay cold. I miss you when your daughter cries And sleeps in my arms, sad and lonely I miss you when the mirror shows me What it means to live without beauty. I saw your shadow again last night. A proof that we don't die, we multiply. The city is a whore, let her go Arewà, come back home.
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