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A Tribute to Nelson Madiba Mandela A great hero once born is gone, His legacy shall indeed prolong All African leaders acclaim him as a hero, He is a son of the roots, the African sun Oh hear his heroic voice, our Idol Oh let's scream his name, Mandela! Oh hail the great Iroko, Madiba! For freedom, did he fight? He the age old lantern, source of light His words' a symphony to our delight Oh you awakening spirit of Africa, Your voice heard in the Himalaya Your memories forever in our hearts, Your legacy remains till we part, Oh the fighter still fights! Madiba shall you rise again? Shall the fighter fight again? Oh so selfless a heart of love, He's reached the heavens above On earth we build him a grove Oh this tribute We give to you, Though the sun no longer shines on you, In our hearts you remain engraved From dawn to dusk, on your grave, Shall birds sing of glory, it's true Oh Mandela, Madiba, we miss you father For freedom's sake, you did not surrender Your seeds shall forever bloom, In heaven the brides await their groom, Your laughter did erase our gloom
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
The Fighter Lives
A Tribute to Nelson Madiba Mandela A great hero once born is gone, His legacy shall indeed prolong All African leaders acclaim him as a hero, He is a son of the roots, the African sun Oh hear his heroic voice, our Idol Oh let's scream his name, Mandela! Oh hail the great Iroko, Madiba! For freedom, did he fight? He the age old lantern, source of light His words' a symphony to our delight Oh you awakening spirit of Africa, Your voice heard in the Himalaya Your memories forever in our hearts, Your legacy remains till we part, Oh the fighter still fights! Madiba shall you rise again? Shall the fighter fight again? Oh so selfless a heart of love, He's reached the heavens above On earth we build him a grove Oh this tribute We give to you, Though the sun no longer shines on you, In our hearts you remain engraved From dawn to dusk, on your grave, Shall birds sing of glory, it's true Oh Mandela, Madiba, we miss you father For freedom's sake, you did not surrender Your seeds shall forever bloom, In heaven the brides await their groom, Your laughter did erase our gloom
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victoria-nojang
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
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