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Though time has built
an
endless warp
of
suffering and pain
the
ancient dust of Africa
is
breaking down the chain
can you hear
the
winds of change
shifting
through the brain
the
ancient dust of Africa
makes
diamonds
in
the
falling
rain
a message of hope to all parents
Of
the
Third world child
You and I
were born on
opposite ends
of the galaxy.
All my life,
I have clung to the stars
just to make my way
to your constellation.

— The End —