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Azanian Love Song 95 Kumbaya A victory song High, The long-awaited uhuru eagle Spreads its eager pinions To herald the coming glory Proudly Serenely our fraternal flag Flutters in the fresh winds Singing our final Kumbaya Across sleeping streams Quenching ancient thirsts, Feeding our hungry dreams Kumbaya, my beautiful land Kumbaya, my silent people Kumbaya, my victory flag Kumbaya Africa Were this frightened pen a barrel And these fiery phrases bullets, You would have long buried my song Beneath the sacred shadow Of the beloved black-green-and-gold Kumbaya, The mighty eagle soars again To stir the resting rivers With bursts of victory songs To purge our pain And sweep the stubborn weed Into the roaring seas ...

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