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I know before the box got vision
Arena had their own attraction
In my case, we had the village square
Years ago way before I inhaled air.
But I remember, when I was young
Although it isn’t rock age so long
Well, not every home had TV set
The black and white picture was the best,
Each time the signal thus disappears
The white and black random dots appear
Hurting an anticipated lens
Its sounds amplified the night silence
I can not forget in a hurry
It was like snow and garri falling.
At times I wish I could bragAbout a white greenish flag;Symbolizing endowmentMeant to be inherited… Soil, air and underground Blessed with the best ever foundTrenches…
A pejorative colour cost a breathIf you dare, for the love, put on a beret!Whether new or old, bright or fadedThe gloom and doom looms…
I have tried to fix the broken allureAnd was the only one obeying the lawsI have had hopes in hopeless timesI guess this place is…
I know right now all you see, Is a boundless flowing seaWith an admirable color blue,Prestigious depth and volumePure allure, but on the contraryThe tenacity…
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