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Dady
My voice my wings,
with it i fly to you,
my mind my eyes,
with it i see you.
There behind those mountains,
the mountains of anonymity,
how i wish to come,
and make myself known to you,
and you known to me.
I lead the life of lies,
for my root i borrowed,
from which all my branches will come,
and bear the fruits of lies.
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Mashudu Nemadzivhani
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