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Heart of my pride.
The heart of my pride
Where happiness abide
My heart of my pride
Where my occupied
To to to the drops fall
As they split on the wall
I always sit to recall
The time I played in the rain
As I stared at my mothers smile as gentle as the grain
Oh the time in Africa
When we ran through the hill
As the wind passed through our hair still
Africa Uganda Buganda my heart of pride
Africa with no back side
I always sit to think of the days
By Golooba Hassan
Where happiness abide
My heart of my pride
Where my occupied
To to to the drops fall
As they split on the wall
I always sit to recall
The time I played in the rain
As I stared at my mothers smile as gentle as the grain
Oh the time in Africa
When we ran through the hill
As the wind passed through our hair still
Africa Uganda Buganda my heart of pride
Africa with no back side
I always sit to think of the days
By Golooba Hassan
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