USA Africa Dialogue Series - Song: Deserted Markets: To a Paris night (WS)

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Song: Deserted Markets: To a Paris night

Deserted markets

Runnels of rain

Seeds fill your gutters

And a long night of pain.



Let me stammer my life

Down your endless lane

The night is for dreaming

And a long bed of pain.



My soul shall be dry

In an ebony grain

Keep it from sprouting

In a stranger's pain.



A night for a life

Dawn hastens in vain

A white bird she comes

And gobbles the grain



For night flowed between

Moon-breasts of pain

And the dew leaves no mark

Where my head has lain.

By: Wole Soyinka

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