A home that I wish to call home
Happiness is divine
Home sweet home
Green grasses showing their true identity
Culture is one man's tradition
Birds singing the true songs of victory
Life found the death and lost
The land of the blacks
The land of true soldiers from generations to generations
The birthplace of mankind
History is lost in books
But told through mouth
Myths told from generations to generations.

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