| Dream of a land my soul is from
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| I hear the hand stroke on the drum
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| Shades of delight, call, call you
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| Rich as the night, afro blue
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| Elegant boy, beautiful girl
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| Dancin' for joy, delicate world
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| Shades of delight, call, call you
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| Rich as the night, afro blue
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| Two young lovers face to face
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| With undulating grace
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| They gently swayed and slip away
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| To some secluded place
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| Shades of delight, call, call you
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| Rich as the night, afro blue
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| Whisperin' trees echo their sighs
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| Passionate pleas, tender replies
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| Shades of delight, call, call you
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| Rich as the night, afro blue
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| Lovers in flight, upward they glide
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| Burst at the height, slowly subside
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| Shades of delight, call, call you
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| Rich as the night, afro blue
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| And slumberin' fantasy
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| Assumed reality
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| Until it seems it’s not a dream
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| The two are you and me
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| Shades of delight, call, call you
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| Rich as the night, afro blue |