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For all of Africa, you continue still
In thought and in books I get my fill
Great Continent, my constant yearn,
I've so much more of you to learn
Places come and go, lived and seen
Pastures new, so vivid and green
But a misfit I am, as I wait and wish
again, oh again, to see the bush
To breathe a breath of Africa's smell
as none other when I came to dwell
for as too, I recall the scent after rain
and hear your voices' in haunting refrain
Your music fills me with great pleasure,
my spirit soars of a mind I treasure
I remember those days of long ago
which within my soul, continue to grow
I left that life with regret and sorrow
a parting from which time cannot borrow
that which I left. Ne'er the same to repeat
when itchy feet to Africa they retreat
Time and wind may make changes to all
But still this Continent shouts its call
no matter where I be, or what I do,
the Africa call remains so true
For all of Africa is in my blood
In bits and pieces and then a flood,
Africa I'm of as with my birth,
African I am, that is my worth
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