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Greater are you my Letaba,
Scorched by porvety,
You feed us,
Your hand,
Is great.

Your hand took us,
Led us out of acrid desserts,
Where dreams where buried,
We flourish in your greatness,
Oh Greater Letaba.

You quench our thirsts,
Our babies nurtured,
In your care and land,
Vast beauty you have flowered,
Your hand in lend to all.

Your heart is mighty,
We are your cubs,
Oh Greater Letaba,
Now and forever,
Let your milk strengthen us.
My 1st praise poem, if its fitting to be one

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