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Protests delay the opening of Museum of West African Art
The museum has indefinitely postponed its opening events and advised visitors not to come to MOWAA until the situation is resolved.
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The rags-to-riches tale had already made fans of Zadie Smith and Dua Lipa.
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, genre: flower painting, style: Expressionism, completition: 1914.
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What lies over a rainbow...
That catches our soul...
What does the voice in the wind have to say...
To bring you wondering each passing day...
Why does your reflection shimmer in a churning stream...
Making you wonder if life is nothing but a dream...
And perhaps that's all life really is, a dream.
Because things never really stay what they seem.
Like grains of sand...
Slipping through a grasping hand...
You just can't seem to hold onto them.
Like light slowly leaving, and making a room dim.
And if life is nothing but a dream then what shall happen when it dies away.
Fading like a flower when the autum night takes over its summer day.
What shall happen when my dreams end...
Shall another start, and I just mend?
Or perhaps I will give in and just die.
Taking my last breath as a long sigh.
Oh, what shall happen when my dreams depart?
Shall I then just wither away and fall apart?
And gasp a long cry into the nocturnal air as the moon gazes down upon my poor, dying soul.
Watching me wither, and to end all, dying like flames upon a single piece of coal.
Why must it be this way?
Why must I end my day...
Oh, I hope and I so desperatly plead.
That this dream to not let me bleed.
To hold onto me.
And let me see.
My life, my dream...
My reflection... in the stream...
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