This is Pure Magic

O' beautiful morning breeze, sated in thee;

Thou my lover, a pure magic indeed;

A little more sunshine and tidings will be,

This is pure magic, like the Nordic singing bee;

At such a time when paradise is far,

The youth at its prime, gazing the star;

Alas he said, "what a sight to grope",

"To see the star, a pure magic i hope“

O’ what a sight, when the lily wakes and smile,

A sight to behold as I breathlessly wait for a while,

The petals unfolds to thirst the morning dew;

This is pure magic, a magnificent view

But a pure magic i divinely seek,

To see Africa radiantly at its peak,

Only love and unity and no parasite,

And the environment is clean like a paradise

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