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Northam Limpopo Nights 1 by Dj Kgotso

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Northam Limpopo Nights 1

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Stars that curb all the minds, dust on the road wide Smoke curls from the bright, stories fold inside the night
Shoulders laughter spills from corners where we hide Feet tapping on the vibration, heartbeat in the strike Our yellow scent on wind, sharp like a fresh rain City haunts alone, but here we hold the flame
Whispers of the ancestors spin, calling out my name Roots run deep in Northam and nothing feels the same
Northam, Limpopo nights, under aspidistra skies We sway, we breathe, the bass in our lives Moon’s eye watching close, our voices rise Northam, Limpopo nights, where our spirit flies
Bright flames crack the silence, shadows sketch the earth Hands join palms, walls marking life’s rebirths In the narrow streets, the old songs find their worth Echo in the market, their smiles melt the dirt
Chill, I follow rain gently now, stirring up the dust Old drum beats like a heartbeat, in them we trust The voices of tomorrow, pulse through our vicars In Northam's midnight waltz, wander lost to just
Northam, Limpopo nights, under aspidistra skies We sway, we breathe, the bass in our lives Moon’s eye watching close, our voices rise Northam, Limpopo nights, where our spirit flies
Below the biopop shade, where laughter runs like streams We chase the fading shadows, stitching dreams with beams Every breath and every step holds more than it seems A life in dirt and rhythm, behind daylight's gleam
Northam, Limpopo nights, under aspidistra skies We sway, we breathe, the bass in our lives Moon’s eye watching close, our voices rise Northam, Limpopo nights, where our spirit flies
Night holds close, like fabric worn from years of lust Feet heavy, hearts high, against top stars above In Northam's arms, the story's never shut Forever in these Limpopo nights