It's your face that I drew,...
Bending down to the ground I painted it:
I used black for your eyes
and white sand for your skin.< br/>When the rain has washed it
and your colors confused,
when the wind has passed
I will finally be healed.
It is your face that I have drawn,
I sat and waited:
I used black for your hair
and red sand for your mouth.
The rain will come and wash it,
it will confuse your colors,
when the wind has passed
I will finally be healed.

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