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African Songs.

For i wrote so long a letter. To Mayombe and Anoah. Telling her I will marry when i want. FOR THE BEAUTIFUL ONES ARE NOT YET BORN. But burried in the Anthillss of the savannah. Whilst we are still Waiting for the rain. We became the House of Hunger. IN THE COUNTRY OF OUR OWN. Gatherring Goats beats of wood. In the couming of the dry season. GAZZING Chivi Sunsets. Cry my Beloved AFRICA CRY. For they shall Burry Me in Africa.

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