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Azanian Love Song 19 Man to man Great God I sometimes wonder how strong you are what awful cosmic tension throbs inside your restless brain why in the scheme of conception did you include pain If we could meet on even terms man to man you stripped of power I of fear, I’d lift my shirt and show you scars wide as the moon, black as the stars If only we could meet in the ghetto or the street you stripped of the power of death I of its fear, I’d go away from you and you would cry to have me back perhaps I shall return to wipe your eyes for we could not have a God that cries ...

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