motherland
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She paints the colors of my heart,
And we will never be apart.
What makes her beautiful?
What makes her shine so bright?
Its the sound she makes,
Its the way she plays
Mama Africa.
She paints the colors of my hearts,
And we will never be apart.
What makes her beautiful?
What makes her shine so bright?
Its the sound she makes,
Its the way she plays
Mama Africa.
In the lap of Himalayan range it lies,
still I remember when I close my eyes .
because of melodious voice of the raven ,
My mother and motherland is superior to heaven.
Beautiful home under Asia ,
In the lap of Himalayan it lies
still I remmember when I close my eyes
because of the melodious voice of reven
My motherland is superior to heaven
Beautiful Home under Asia
Welcome to America!
Where the image of women being depicted in submission
Is easily found in magazines and search engines.
The mask put on comes off before the morning,
