Maybe?
I slept and saw Africans with blue eyes in my dream.
One of them looked so strange and sad,
Others smiled with pearls of teeth
and all they sang something about the sea near the far country.
The person with sad eyes brought a huge basket.
Pineapples, oranges and fluffy peaches were in it.
Multi-coloured parrots and the hummingbird
merrily have spoken with each other,
Bright flowers blossomed around.
But the Africans have gone away
and have carried away my dream.
All has disappeared.
Only an old star above our house
blinks and looks into snow...
... But listen:
Maybe some black Africans
do have a blue eyes?
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