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Azanian Love Song 25 Sowing and Reaping See my dark brothers sowing seed Which in time will be growing High on the master’s field Abundantly the yield Increases in his barns and nests Food aplenty for the verminous pests Yet what of us who sow And of them who reap What of the harvest can we show But the meagreness of our keep Even in our bruised bowing Of toil and ploughing We find a moment to sing of the sunset And the dawn when we will claim our debt ...

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