A dismal duet-
more like a sad solo
of two hearts
breaking in harmony.
Their tone is flat and
the lyrics don't rhyme.
The melody has gone
astray and the
music dies.

I'm a black girl .
Not a bad girl .
Someone people call me
Like a black soul .
I'm a black girl .
Not a bad girl .

I'll never hurt you ,
Wanna only flirt to you .
I'm not sad ,
When you call me black pearl .
I'm a black girl .
Not a bad girl .

Thank you for this all of you ,
Call me as a dark shadow .
Thank God to this present ,
I'm happy to be black pearl .
I'm a black girl .
Not a bad girl .

Welcome to the god creation.
This is the greatest decision .
Respect the god ,
Don't tease the soul .
I'm a black girl .
Not a bad girl .

i dreamt of you once again-
i wish i had not woken up.

1

Ever musing I delight to tread
The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove
Whilst the pale Moon her beams doth shed
On disappointed Love.
While Philomel on airy hawthorn Bush
Sings sweet and Melancholy, And the thrush
Converses with the Dove.
2

Gently brawling down the turnpike road,
Sweetly noisy falls the Silent Stream —
The Moon emerges from behind a Cloud
And darts upon the Myrtle Grove her beam.
Ah! then what Lovely Scenes appear,
The hut, the Cot, the Grot, and Chapel queer,
And eke the Abbey too a mouldering heap,
Cnceal'd by aged pines her head doth rear
And quite invisible doth take a peep.