The
ancient city of love
Where
humanity and peace still call home
After
Idonre where mountains kiss the heavens
And
friendship lasts almost forever
From
this soil, stories sprout
Of
sweet yesterdays and sweeter tomorrows
There
isn’t a chair for greed or fury
Nor
a thought for bride or bury
Ife-the
sweetness of my dream
On
their lips of candid lustre
There
would never be lips nor envy
Though
their hearts be concealed their homes would always be open
Ife-the
warmth of friendship
Frutis
and flowers, all so simple
Brilliant
sunsets and brighter sunrises
Giving
birth to innocent, stringer days
Days
with greater realites
And
nights with more fascinating dreams
From
the most of my hear undead
To
the magic pages of Ife yet unread
I
confess, Alabukun ni e funmi
And
by this I mean, Mo fe ran re
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