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Azanian Love Song 91 Deluge My heart Could have burst its banks With a mad tide of longing, Flooding streets, homes Where people laughed, Contented, undisturbed So dark a tide It would drown their dreams How I hated distance, space When every ticking hour Was hollowed out By hunger’s keen blade Jealousy, Anger I dared not meet lovers Strolling in each other’s shadows Mine were furtive glances of envy Rushing waves Rising, falling To rattle the roots Of their bliss How could they be happy While I was sad ...

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