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Your shadow is silhuetted
In the paths of my life,
Taunts and haunts me
As my world whirls aound
The ivory tower;

From the shelter of your face
You unveil your sorrows:
Would you, for fairness sake
Break the yoke of servitude
That has denied me childhood?

My heart palpitates in guilt
For this is surely your home
That recognizes you not;

You prematurely grew old,
Working in Malimingi's farm,
Taking over older people's chores;

It is in this human condition
That you lost your childhood,
Drowned in the dross of drudgery,

Yet you are a young shoot
Sprouting from the
Loam soil of this land!

Sing me once again, my love
Your childhood dreams
Come, hold my hand
Feel where the stream
Of my pulse
Drain your sorrows;

Come, let us wind our woes
In leaves of light
Sing me
Will you?
Your childhood dreams.