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AFRICA. Africa my Africa Africa of the proud warriors in The ancestral savannas,. That trembling back striped red Which says yes to the whip on the Noonday roads, Then gravely a voice answers me Impetuous son that young and Robust tree , . The blood of your sweat
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Africa my Africa Africa of the proud warriors in The ancestral savannas,
That trembling back striped red Which says yes to the whip on the Noonday roads, Then gravely a voice answers me Impetuous son that young and Robust tree,
The blood of your sweat The sweat of your work The work of slavery The slavery of your children. Africa tell me Africa Is it then you that back which bends
And drops under the weight Of humility,
That tree down there Splendidly alone among white faded Flowers Is Africa your Africa which sprouts Again,
Which resprouts patientlyobstinately Whose fruits little by little acquire The bitter savor of liberty.