He does not know his beauty
He thinks his brown body as no glory
If he could dance naked under palm trees
And see his image in the river, he would know
But there are no palm trees on the street
And dish water gives back no images
He thinks his brown body as no glory
If he could dance naked under palm trees
And see his image in the river, he would know
But there are no palm trees on the street
And dish water gives back no images
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