Awake from slumber with malice-free mind
Frown at corruption, free feet to run field with
Restive spirit of melancholic
In the sparkling sky eyes
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However, it stays the mother land, that flows respect to our veins, one that flows love to our heighs, and the very wondeful place that displays glide to our identity
The_African_Son
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However, it stays the mother land, that flows respect to our veins, one that flows love to our heighs, and the very wondeful place that displays glide to our identity The_African_Son