Ballad

One would wonder how the West came to the interiors of Africa: For whether it was the first time or so many a time in the past. And if it was true about the former, like the West would almost carter for another view of the world, another views yes, it seems like the world is ranking of hierarchy from the top to bottom, somehow like a blossoming flowers, somehow like a very active elements?. Now, is it not at least a legacy or political whims or monster or dragon or willy-nilly?. Farther bend down the history is a view or wish or hope strange tonight or how are these things sigh or doth ballad? somehow like the world will echo in memory and love and something?. Yes, imagine somehow forget- me - not or rose or her bosom, even a merer, merer, merer whims.