Everywhere men are wanderers
Africa is da destination.
Hold no to sorrow.
Pick self, gather up to destination;
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Twisting the sun,
and pushing her against horizons
to denounce day
and shout loud come to an undecided night.
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Then they had fallen
to her charms;
disfigured
and dismembered
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You have pushed the sun
to fall over the cliff,
Love to fickle,
And pulled down stars
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How amazing thee so wound!
Healing as if not cut so deep inside thee.
Thee thou meekest, thou tenderest, thou softeth, thou beauty,
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It's not like yesterday,
When the sun refused to shine
And nature's undergrowth
denied hello to the sun
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Go yeah worthless man,
Go yeah, far near worthless man;
Go yeah to the anthill - and even ants won't greet and notice you!
Go yeah to the graveyard - and even graves will reject you!
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When you are done,
Let me know;
for I am still there
To walk you there
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