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.

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