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Azanian Love Song 31 Weekend Four days to crowded platforms with eyelids dressed in curtains of unfinished slumber, they wait for their train Payday marks a pause in toil and bottle stores burst with profit a weekend is in the making Drunken bodies everywhere, behind shebeens in muddy alleys silhouetted against shacks of rusty tin, ravaged, wrecked in webs of sin Women singing ribald and inviting men buying choosing or fighting and wax candles flickering the terror of a weekend dying ...

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