From Africa as if hands joined across an ocean
In this time in this era without fear it sails in
The seas of sand will ever shift
As does the mind of the mariner on his ship
His skin did fade as does life
Enslaves for, in his stead the loss of hope, the mariner
His day is done
Life from africa
Has just become
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