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When I was a young boy |
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I was raised in |
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Africa In a little village |
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Deep in the heart of |
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Kenya I remember one time |
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I was outside hunting game |
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When I heard the thunder |
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Of a storm that frightened me |
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Suddenly All around me darkness |
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And I could feel |
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Something evil near me |
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Closing in |
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So I started running |
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I tried to hide |
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But it overcame me |
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I became a prisoner of |
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The spell that entered me |
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And the same thing happened |
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To my friends and family |
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In the year that followed |
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Drought and famine filled the land |
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Many days of sorrow |
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Endless nights of burning pain |
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Suddenly A light appeared before me |
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And I could see |
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The virgin shining on me |
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And in her arms |
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Was the child inside me |
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And I could feel |
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Everlasting freedom all around me |