Master Griot ~ (West Africa)
Please, come and sit down
Master griot, right next to me
Under the village meeting tree
Sing me a beautiful song
About my brave ancestry
And how I came to be
Narrate of love, peace and poetry
Along the path of success
Where life is taking me
And just in case, master griot
You may see it differently
Bend the truth it a little
Lie, if necessary
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