| In the heart of the land of creation
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| Grows a threat which cannot be healed
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| Efforts soar to restore generations
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| Grave results give this outbreak the nail
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| The growing devastation
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| Brings human extinction
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| This plague aims at our weakness
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| Predetermined sky
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| Cradles fall into pine for the mourning
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| Wailing cries blend endless each day
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| Poverty proves more than a lifestyle
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| Sympathy can not cure disease
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| This plague aims at our weakness
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| Predetermined sky
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| Blind eye
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| This plague aims at our weakness
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| Predetermined sky
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| Blind eye
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| Saw a man on the streets of Lusaka
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| Selling coffins to a passer bye
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| How can we live in a world that lets millions die
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| How can we live with such a tragic side
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| Saw a man on the streets of Lusaka
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| Selling coffins to a passer bye
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| How can we live in a world that let’s the millions die
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| That let’s the millions cry
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| That let’s us agonize
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| Show us the way to terminate
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| Show us the way to terminate
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| Immersed in all our dusts is the mother world
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| Immersed in all our dusts is the mother world
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| Immersed in all our dusts is the mother world
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| Immersed in all our dusts is the mother world |