There’s a symphony of joy,
See it roar up bright skies!
Emissaries of the aging day
Graceful flights over Africa!
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It float above the countryside
Leaving to fresh, green fields,
Above those endless forests
Where hope still lived ahead
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Each journey is to an unknown promise,
Somewhere between joy and pain
But fly they must: the fair geese
Up the blue clouds, a life only known to them
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