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Those sultry brown eyes
How I long to see that sparkle in those sultry
Her smile, a light in the vast wilderness wide, Gentle
The stars on high
I looked up at the stars on high A girl
Hunting high and low
In the heart of the dense Kalahari forest, where ancient
The Rose
In the quiet town of Pietermaritzburg, Alvin lived a humble
Lighthouse
In the distance the light from the lighthouse flickered dimly
Aotera
He had always loved Port Owen and it's roughly plastered
Loves Bitter Edge
Unfazed by storms or fires ablaze, I dwell in moments,
Love’s warm embrace
  Oh, how I yearn to see you, feel your
Desert Rose
The sun beat with an unevenged fury as the men