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Triple lingual poem

Nahisi njozi nipo naye
Toto ngozi oh my eeh
Nyuma mama wee
Gracious playboy
This girl precious
My heart, spacious
Umwoyo gwigwe mulilo gusambanga  shee
Niva ni amatsi ndivila lliva mama wee

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