fasion. . Morning comes in the dream before we rise. When we linger side by side. It's my heart that speaks this time. We will ride the rising tide. . Color your skin with gold and the violence
. And the children smile and the woman clean. And they never do defile and they alway dress. Inna fasion and style and I trod the scene. And I swim the River Nile and I hail King Selassie I. Hailie I
