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The wave of poverty The wave of ye illness, Them try to stop thyself To limit your highness. QUEEN AFRICA! Queen of Selassie Womb of Mandela. Throw your core anchor, Bring thyself,ye hefty vigor. Poverty trying to make you sail backward, To retard your growth Make your children awkward. Wave of death trying To steal your blessing, O AFRICA!, throw your core anchor And stop that aggressing. EXODUS AFRICA! Ye children unite to make you so strong Ye children unite to make you proud, Them sing ye liberty,very loud and aloud.

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