Dear Baby,
Must I always complain
That u have placed in front of me a mountain??
No my dear, such thoughts, I will not entertain…
With hope, I will sustain the fountain of love
In order not to stain my fame.
Before the sun sets, I will cook for u,
the plantain I bought from Spain ..
Don’t complain if its tears-tained.
It is my protestation to all the pain…
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