(13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)


Your love is so express to me and,
I will always die in your sweet arms of care;
But when the early birds do sing,
I will sing along with them to praise this sweet love that we share.

Ali, your love is like the winter of love;
And i am ever ready for you too.
Please, come to me my sweet one;
Come and warm me up in this cold winter night,
For my lovely body waits for you.

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