Congo

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In a sea, of personality
In a world, that told me I was free
In a place, cleared my eyes to see
Who is me

In a mind, filled with all divine
In a being, hurt and all too kind
In a know, moved to cross the line
Who is I

Who is me, to say that I am free
My love be--longs to the Congo
My heart falls -- to every prison wall
My mind for -- beaten and the poor
Who is me, to be.





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