O Mother of Africa arise from darkness to Light. O Mother of Africa free my Soul from this slavish fright. O Mother of Africa deliver us from Love’s cruelty and ruthless poverty. O the exuberance of Vitality, the richness of Animality, the profundity of Soul, the heritage of the Black Man, whose Soul is a whiter shade of pale: the Beauty of his blackness, a vigorous Constitution; the whiteness of his inward core, under the dark skin the sign, the Black’s sameness to the White, Brothers both in the paradox of Light. Unchain my Soul! Set me free, set me free from your secret spell.Birth sign: Leo
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