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
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Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;
A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.