Beat beat beat the golden grain.for food builds upone your brain you will beat in zambia our land clean and cleaners with a silver fish just as the eaters put it on the dish future young africans thats you you will clean away the scales from view great greater ripe and red strong black lads who must be fed years to come other nations will shout heart of Africa that Burns out.
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