| Take me in, my dreams recurring
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| Cheerful as a childhood dance
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| Into one more taste of freedom
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| One more longing backward glance
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| In the sway of somber music
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| I shall never, never understand
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| Let me slip into the sweeter
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| of another land
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| The gods love Nubia
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| The beautiful, the golden
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| The radiant, the fertile
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| The gentle and the blest
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| The pain of Nubia
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| Is only of the moment
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| The desolate, the suffering
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| The plundered, the oppressed
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| The gods love Nubia
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| Their glorious creation
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| Their songs roll sweetly
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| Across the harvest plains
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| The tears of Nubia
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| A passing abbaration
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| Are washed into the river
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| And are never cried again
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| The gods love Nubia
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| We have to keep believing
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| Though scattered and divided
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| We are still its heart
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| The fall of Nubia
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| Ephemeral and fleeting
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| The spirit always burning though the flesh is torn apart
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| Take me in, my dreams recurring
|
| Cheerful as a childhood dance
|
| Into one more taste of freedom
|
| One more longing backward glance
|
| The gods love Nubia
|
| The beautiful, the golden
|
| The radiant, the fertile
|
| The gentle and the blest
|
| The pain of Nubia is only of the moment
|
| The desolate, the suffering
|
| The plundered, the oppressed
|
| The gods love Nubia
|
| We have to keep believing
|
| Though scattered and divided
|
| We are still its heart
|
| The fall of Nubia
|
| Ephemeral and fleeting
|
| The spirit always burning though the flesh is torn
|
| Apart
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| Take me in
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| My dreams recurring
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| One more longing backward glance |