I hear the panting of the feet
Like calypso music, breathless and sweet
The rhumba playing in the heart
And diverse tongues caught by the web of art
Same as the mento of the sea
Same as the mento of the sea
Campbell, Sutta, Cliffy and I
Sweet guineps, or mangoes and sun's silver eye
Pressed by the weight of enterprise
We trafficked dreams,...
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