Drum Africa
Bring it to me Africa. Pound it hard. Like the deepest root with centuries of tales concealing, some barely revealing. The slightest hint of the purest rhythm hailing from within and know it speaks to me. What is that Africa? It's my turn now? Bring it to me and let the beat take over my soul. Bring it to me and let me make this story known. Bring me the drum so I can show you what I know.
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Mervyn
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