- A23 -

Musa azim ati I am Beautys Faithful Slave I am beautys faithful slave. When my mother gave me life From the clouds the fairy of song flew down to my cradle And with a kiss that burned hot like a tropical sun Touched my lips and little childs forehead. My forehead burns forever with thoughts of eternal love And lips speak them in a song. I Adin Ljuca Stalactite To attain that beauty you must be patient like a stalactite.