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The Land Called Africa
Oh Lord, I want to go back where I’m from before my hair turns grey
Every day I think of my beautiful homeland that lies far away from here
I miss the foggy mountains, the wide rivers, and the sunny fields
My heart preserves the memories of the peaceful days of long ago
And someday I’ll return to the place of my origin, the land called Africa
Every day I think of my beautiful homeland that lies far away from here
I miss the foggy mountains, the wide rivers, and the sunny fields
My heart preserves the memories of the peaceful days of long ago
And someday I’ll return to the place of my origin, the land called Africa
Published 7th Apr 2021
Author's Note
This poem is dedicated to the people of Africa.
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