| Looking forward to the night, When the thief comes, With a buzzing sound over my ears; And my returned slap through the air, Wanting to know if I am dead or alive. Dead or alive is synonymous with Conversation or little conversation. Perches on my body with little or no weight |
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| If conversation is not returned. Playing the nurse with its proboscis. But unlike a good nurse, Having taken away my pure and good blood, Injects into my body a poisonous substance; Which gives me malaria ill-health. |
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| But when the day breaks, It is nowhere to be found, When it is eventually found; It exchanges no greetings and little conversation, Like friends in cold war. |
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