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Nomzamo
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Look beyond the colour
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Past the covering on us to see what we are
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Turn the faded pages
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The mark we leave on history is what we are
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Every country is part of us
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Irrespective of the one where we grew up
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Yes you are my sister
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Though we never shared a home
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That's what you are
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And your eyes keep shining in the darkness
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Defying all the chains, that's what you are
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Home for the homeless, hope for the hopeless
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Between the lines on your face I can read
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Nomzamo, Nomzamo
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They of the silk-white breast seemingly proud
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They are so much more less
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On the day of the vow
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Here's a woman who is tired and weary
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Leading resistance and still laying wreathes
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How can we stand by and watch this happen ?
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Is this the justice we preach ?
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It seems too much to ask for an equal
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Peaceful living
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In a land of screams, stinging tears and
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Broken smiles
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Following through all extremes
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One who will suffer many trials
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Is this a land to inherit ?
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Crumbs on the table
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The segregated people starve
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With gleeful oppression the mindless procession
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Cast nonchalance out of their cars
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Somewhere, sometime we pay for the crimes
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We incessantly do
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If we believe that we are what we leave
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I left a hope what did you ?
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Reeling from punches which
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Leave them winded
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Reeling from laws which
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Should be rescinded
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Now
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'Day of the vow '
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Nomzamo, Nomzamo
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Nomzamo
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