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The African moon
long lost and gone,
an ocean away is
the African sun.
still, in this
sad land where
cruelly, we're enslaved,
dusk is sudden.
Night falls like a
curtain when day
is finally done.

That's when the drum
speaks its rhapsodies
setting our wearied
bodies free. As we sway,
we awake the melancholy
that's buried deep
in our hearts. Together
we share our heavy loss,
In dreams we visit
our far off lands
that none of us
will ever see.

Our desires dance
for us, desires
that flower in dreams.
Long sugarcane days
of labour fade.

The pulses of
the music
teach us
those steps
that took us
once to forgotten
states of rapture
beneath the
African Moon.