Dry Your Tears You Lass!
DRY YOUR TEARS YOU LASS!
Oh! You lonely heart
Sick on stone of love
Gaze million of love past
Through the gate of love heart
You! Lass of morrow joy
Weep in street of solitary way
Oh! Open white heart for new saviors pass
Soil opens the pregnant of land
For earthworm to burrow,
You are rose of Sharon,
You look like lily of a valley
As a lily among the bramble
Just like your love among lad,
Dry your tears young lass
Man is blow trumpet love to you
Our land whisper of joy to your side
African love lorn, dry your tragedy tears
Maker listens to your woeful ballad
You lass, let joy circulate your heart
Because your flower still fresh
poem by Olugbenga Ayoola.O
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