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time immemorial, garmented in your sight

take your eyes off of me,

at long last, manumitted from  thine gaze.

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music is the soul of the African struggle, 

that which sharpens the blade before battle,

the subtle ode that saddles our dead into the ground.

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Hapless hopeless children, spawn of this wicked land,

Cursed and bewitched, forever to wander,

Try as we may, never truly arriving in Eden