SELASSIE
I pray and they answered
I gain and they fainted
Not again
Should we be painters
Of criticism
I love the art littled SELASSIE
No more the same
After the match pass
Through the Iris of the people
My heart please lead yourself
To where you long
The home of the lovely.
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