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Holds tight to dreams
Folds high in tears
My love for you speaks like the ghetto
And secretly slips-up in an echo
It is an idiom only two hearts make out
It soils
It spills
It fills
It spits
It spoils
My love for you... Motho
Brings spiralling smiles upon slumber
Its core looks at you so deep
Its light is faith that leap
Its blues is lit with fire
It rolls out in flight
It splashes out in full sight
It shows off in pure delight
It rides on right
My love for you… Motho
Comes bearing my scars
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