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AFRICA

The possessor of the tropics
The home of the negros
Her strength is in her diversity
Her honour is black.


The symbol of motherhood
The pride of her children
Her beauty is in her colour
Her number is more than zero.


From the rising of the sun
To the setting thereof
Is her name enchanted
And her name is AFRICA.
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