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Jun 2019
I looked up at mother nature, holding her hands, standing on her toes, facing
the rain, listening to the wind, hearing her chant and the clouds disappeared the flowers chased after the sun and the sound of her voice cleared the fear, at the drop of a tear, into my ear, into my heart, into my soul, singing, we are the moon, we are the tide, we are the one, we are the world.
Khoi-San
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Khoi-San  M/South Africa
(M/South Africa)   
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