| 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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| Chorus of that other land
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| The gods love Nubia, the beautiful, the golden
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| The radiant, the fertile, the gentle and the blessed
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| The pain of Nubia is only of the moment
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| The desolate, the suffering, the plundered, the oppressed
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| The gods love Nubia, the glorious creation
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| The songs roll sweetly across the harvest plain
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| The tears of Nubia, a passing aberration
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| They wash into the river and are never cried again
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| The gods love Nubia, we have to keep believing
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| The scattered and divided, we are still it’s heart
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| The fall of Nubia, ephemeral and fleeting
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| The spirit always burning though the flesh is torn apart |