The heights of passion
Heighten the heights of action
Deepening the height of destruction
And destructing the actions of construction
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Tears we cry, tears we cry
Sometimes tears Kalahari dry
Tears we cry, tears we cry
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Have seen little of history unfold
I know that one thing will always be
Africa will be,
But what is Africa's may never be
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She walked down the aisle
By him indeed she walked
By him indeed she walked
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When He set off for the journey
He knew it wasn't about the money
Unlike a be, He wasn't after honey
For the Sun would have shone like yesterday
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Today is Africa Day,
I am not sure what to say
Even as I, with my forehead, lay
And kneel down to begin to pray
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Never have you ever sat
Or beneath African Suns lay flat
You insist on rumours fat
Liken to a rainy day's door mat
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Rains reign in town
So heavily falling down
In speed than rocket's
Every man pockets
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It is I oh dear Lord that turned away
Your goodness is perfect and enough
No wonder Hell stands in my very way
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