Her is where Africa lies
Her is where the beauty is found with no price
Her is where the beauty of Africa is found with no Vice
And she is able to be very concise ...
Because I am mad about women
I am mad about the hills,'
Said that wild old wicked man
Who travels where God wills.
'Not to die on the straw at home.
Those hands to close these eyes,
That is all I ask, my dear,
From the old man in the skies.
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