(::WOMAN::)
There is an island where rivers run deep.
(::MAN::)
Where the sea sparkling in the sun earns it
the name Jewel of the Antilles
(::WOMAN::)
An island where the poorest of peasants labor.
(::MAN::)
And the wealthiest of grands hommes play.
(::MAN::)
Two different worlds on island!
(::WOMAN::)
The grands hommes, with their pale brown
skins and their French ways. Owners of the
land and masters of their own fates.
(::MAN::)
And the peasants, black as night, eternally at
the mercay of the wind and the sea, who pray
constantly... to the gods.
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