The rains fell rhythmically on the canopy above me
when I decided I would indulge in the greatest pleasure my land had to offer me
One last time before setting off on my journey,
When the papeeha bird cried out mournfully
I tasted heaven on the lips of an onyx-eyed beauty
Who I knew I would never see again
As flowers of lascivious pink surrounded us
And snakes hung lazily from the branches of trees
I asked you to pass some token of your love into my hand
A golden bangle or the chain around your neck
So that I could take it with me as I sought the golden grain
In the land where the sun goes to sleep
And remember that you were not a dream
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