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The Culture Lives

The culture lives The transfer of traditional song sound like an orchestra playing a symphony in a ti ton ton tu ti move I heard a child being lulled with a native song “Don’t cry o baby your ma la iron soap Don’t cry o baby your pa la iron soap” It is a song that kept us all in bed I missed hearing the lullaby This cradle song was used to put us all to sleep The culture still lives and it dwells in all of us Note: Dedicated to every Child that heard the sound of these sweet rhymes.

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