Lamentations of osunkunle
Ode o to this sorrowful life My feet are sore My limbs are weary Gone is hope And I strength no more My time seems long My life so short Mourn me not when I cease no more Love so far And vile so near The day is gone And night came not yet In the land of the noire man When will toil end? When shall we sorrow no more? Will joy ever reing? In the land...
Sunday 3rd March 2019 1:14 pm
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