Guinean sunset,
Let me see your face again on
My wicked outlets.
I have seen the damages of her forgotten lords, and regrets.
But nobody smiles as bright as your Guinean heartache.
Drive the two wheeled device off the raw gold desert,
Help the children of the otherworldly universe.
I am the hoping hands from the eastern Summer.
You are the barricade leader of the midwest flower.
Shimmering bright like an armoured devil of heaven.
They owe you life, sunrise.
I owe you, bless.
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