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    For My Little Boy Damian

    I hear the drums echoing tonight
    But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
    She's coming in twelve-thirty flight
    Her moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards
    salvation
    I stopped an old man along the way
    Hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies
    He turned to me as if to say: "Hurry boy, it's waiting there for
    you"
    It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
    There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
    I bless the rains down in Africa
    Gonna take some time to do the things we never had
    The wild dogs cry out in the night
    As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
    I know that I must do what's right
    Sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti
    I seek to cure what's deep inside, frightened of this thing that
    I've become
    It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
    There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
    I bless the rains down in Africa
    Gonna take some time to do the things we never had
    Hurry boy, she's waiting there for you
    It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
    There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
    I bless the rains down in Africa
    Gonna take some time to do the things we never had
    I bless the rains down in Africa
    I bless the rains down in Africa
    I bless the rains down in Africa
    I bless the rains down in Africa
    I bless the rains down in Africa
    Gonna take some time to do the things we never had.