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That night by Celine Dione,
She sang my heart will go on and on
So much so that the Atlantic must have brew
Rising upon her tide Titanic and it’s crew

So much so Jack by his rose
Must have cheated death and arose
All such but because
My mistress sang well of course

So much i was shaken beneath
Crumbling unto romantic disorders
With mine mind,
A cup of such chaotic tempest.

Distant mystery stirre nine planets away
Around the sun the copernicun system gathered in a way
Yet it’s true when my mistress sings,
nothing escapes be it the Galaxy it seems

When I lust for passion,
Below is my confession
She is such a sole provider
She is such a soul provider.

(Fahad Kaija, Uganda)

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