We need to lift our home off the ground
The things we trade in for the future
Are the one true love we care for most of all
One acre of land is cut in twelve and sold by his brother
The pirogue is up against the rising of the sea walls
The morning wind will call out to the wedding of the son
The things we trade in for the future
Are the one true love we care for most of all
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