If sunrises on mount Gideon
on the roads, and only sandy routes
Strifling on it to the baboon house
Twenty miles away from home
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We trod and trod only for out of Africa
We still tread in summer
We always cry out for help
The help of numerous African feebles
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When happiness comes
Everything remains calm and peaceful
You forget the movement of the earth
spinning around the sun
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Rolling Chikhwawa a basket of water
Down the course to the plain
Stood still and threw a steam boat in water
Rolling on meanders slovenly by gears drain
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Sun rise at Chikhwawa triangle stop over
Near and under the roof of baobab tree
Tossing and sweeping arms' thirsty rover
Laughing, gaping ashort freedom trip
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And I sing this alone
Asong of unforgettable tune
Then I raise up the voice
In a standing out hoarse
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When the cock is truly booted out over snows
It croaks, pass on the calls, so did the cock
The down graded window of the eyes's sores
Retake the push, sliding on a running nose
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The dream keeper excels
Glitters, perfuming, resorting
Reforming,
Dying breath,
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Unsatisfied, eyeing at two courses or so
A usual sitting on the fence
Prickle inside for the next prodding of dilemma
Pro digging in oneself
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The moon is bright, so high, so cool
The sun, fumbles, gazes in the grass
The lake sparkles, smiles, in the grey
Smiling at each day
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