Don’t look down on me
Children of my mother
For it was the look of the sun
That turns my skin to black
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If I can,
I’ll walk with the road of Moses,
Strike the sea to walk on dry land,
Hit stone to get cool clean water.
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Gently, gently, you invade
Slowly, slowly, you creep in
Softly, softly, lure us
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