Echo to her, I've been made for her,
Add pounds sterling to my message, deliver to her,
Utilize all possible, it must get to her.
Thoughts about her reign in my heart, feeling dejected because my arms are lonely,
Inside everything I see, I find the pleasure of owning her, together but not lonely,
Falling down on my green bed, smiling at the memories of my angel but hoping she'll not leave me lonely,
Until the sunset, will I never leave her hands, long like the neck of a horse with golden chains brassed around it, my night welcomes me, lonely!
Lay into the chest of a fruitful woman,
Behold, her abode, the cherished amidst man,
Oh! the feeling of love lays in her, woman,
Let all compassionate seek the smell of this woman,
Alas, a woman, a pride, a name Beautiful Bola.
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