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The Land Called Africa

Oh Lord, I want to go back where Iím 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 Iíll return to the place of my origin, the land called Africa
PittinixDesigns
Written by PittinixDesigns
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This poem is dedicated to the people of Africa.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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