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untitled poetry for lauryn hill

she's up in the hill
she climbs up in the hill
that so high cant nobody reach, but we need her touch.

she sings in the hill
singing up in the hill
that so high cant nobody hear, but we need to bear.

seems to harsh, wears too much
to protect her soul, to keep her role.
Rolling Hill is the mother of God./


what u think?
i basically wanted to say i miss old lauryn. but i still admire her.
well, i dont know if i use english correctly, but let me know how u think about it.

its nice

I like the name Rolling Hill