O' Baobab! O' Baobab! O' Baobab
Ace of the furnace, finest of the dynasty
You strut your breast high
And ply strain against the yearn,
Against the fire, the desire for sigh
Haughty, you stand, before the salvo slivers of the sun
Arms spread, nerve unturned
Embracing every lance, every pierce
Skin dread, you bleed yet your...
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