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All I treasure most is love, African or American
All I keep dreaming of is an angel but I'm an African It doesn't matter the race, an angel could be a European 
I'm in love with someone I'm yet to know and will marry some day 
So what is mine is surely mine someday
 it will come my way
 Everything about life is love; i'm feeling it every day

It all about the feeling never about the race
 It about a beautiful smile that no hate can trace 
Up there in heave the angel have no race
 Thank God love is not only for the kings and queens 
When two hearts really loves they conquer all things

Black or white we are all beautiful people 
All the world needs is to lay down all for love on the temple
 I'm an African we are beautiful we are simple

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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