I saw the moon
And I howled like I want to do
Many times before.
Let me race after many hearts
Under the shade of Acacia tree
In the mind of my savannah.
I'm still digging for water
In the dried up spring.
Searching for a soul
Down in the dust of the old ravine.
Sweat, sunburn my skin brown;
Please call me resplendent.
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