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SHE SUNG
The Dream Keeper
Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamers,
Bring me all of yours
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them up
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers Of the world.
I LAUGH:
Talk with me
Say no more a word,
I hear the stars sung it long before
Calling you out to be the Nightingale
Tending the needy heart, fallen in depth
Off not been a catered soul
The earth knows you, the world knows you
A Queen in the making.
(c) Lamptey Godson / Nana Aba Flowers. 2012
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