The eyes has shared more blood instead of tears,
the least has grown like iroko tree under solid soil,
my love has pointed north when i still wish to pull south,
my sailor idea is covered by the key force of east wind,
indeed the tears is truly not water.
Africa will truly forgive their Shepard because
the tears indeed has brought unstoppable generation
of achievers.
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