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She was  dark  when  i first  moved  in
Built  only  to occupy me, myself  and  i
Every night when i lay my head
On that  bed like structure
My dreams are absorbed  every  dawn
By the walls
All my obstacles  buried  within  her
If only  she knew  how to speak
She would tell you how much  i need  to see  the  horizon
She was never  been outside
But she  knows  how to  face  the  world  alone
my African  queen
I built  her with  love that is everlasting
With my head  under  her roof
I will conquer  the world
Even if my  dreams ever escape  from those walls 
I will put  together  a mansion
Right  next to her
Just  so i can  always  find a reason 
Why she came  into  my  life
How  i slowly  lost  Mrs Dlamini
A  precious  soul
Because  of  my Room

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