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I Dream of Africa
Some time ago I left my home,
far away in the African sun.
I boarded a plane for a foreign land,
my new life had begun.
But still some nights as I drift away,
I hear a cricket's call.
My mind wanders off to another place.
to Acacia trees, proud and tall.
I dream of my home in Africa.
Of a place so wild and free.
I remember well my garden,
in the shade of the giant fig tree.
It's not that I regret my new life,
or wish to be somewhere else.
It's just that I dream of Africa,
of a wild and untamed place.
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