Je veux to tell you something.
It aurait tolka take a malinkee tiempo.
Ils sont tolka words, words from a man.
Short but not sliskom sweet.
Los intes smile with downward bouches.
Vous savez un hombre selument quand il gavoreet from the cour
Listen not to that man who cannot stop talking
For he has nothing to habla.
There is an eternal language
One with no borders or restrictions.
And it is here I want to stay
and here
here in my own language.
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