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HERE we go again
BUT with the beat of a steel pan
REsounding off streets
and the souls of the repentful
PEOPLE who love life
and are kept alive through songs sung
BE...FOUR HUNDRED YEARS
WAY BEFORE the cotton seeds grew
between shackled feet
BAREFEET pounding the caged concrete
BACCHANAL TIME...YES
bacchanal WINE...AND YES bacchanal WHINE
JOUVERT all night long
morning time...wake up to FREEDOM