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Spices and gold once cast a spellOn bearded men in caravels.
New World New World cried historyOld World Old World sighed every tree.
The sea lays big glass hands on the sand,spreading its fingers out as if newto the shore. It can’t quite believe in it.It wants to hold on before the glass breaks.
I saw three ships, three tall ships
Riding on the sea,
The waves quaked, and the fishes quaked,
And the wind sighed sorrowfully,
For on their decks, and in their holds,
We don' have a Springtime like some folkWho live in dem colder place,but we have a time when de soft rain come,an' tease open de seedcase
Another press conference was held in Houston
aired on breakfast news.
It was following a Republican Party fundraiser.
I spied a small lonely boy.I was his beautiful red balloon,from morning through to noon,
Mek me tell you wha me mudder dowha me mudder dowha me mudder do
Me muder pound plaintain mek fufuMe mudder catch crab mek calaloo stew
This morning I've got too much energymuch too much for geography
I'm in a high moodso class don't think me crudebut you can stuff latitude and longitude
Song-bird shut dem mout' an lissen,Church bell don't bother to ring,All de little stream keep quietWhen mi Granny sing.
Behind youWindrush childpalm trees wave goodbye
above youWindrush childseabirds asking why
around youWindrush childblue water rolling by