...and when you travel to Africa, I shall be already there - waiting for you
you will find my strength on the elephant's body...you will see my grace on cheetah motion...you will seaze my depths on the falling waters...and my freedom on the eagle flight...
my thurst on the rain drops...and my glory on the dust
and my soul will be like a prayer on the monk's lips...
and i will be lost in the Ocean... like a fish swimming in a school...
when the wind will caress your face at the dawn, you will know that was my kiss on your forehead...
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