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The burning skies are steel
The parched earth is dry
And we die
The little children die
The mealies can't grow
The grass is burnt away
And grim death is haunting us away
The God who lives on high
Is no Father to us now
For we die
In agony we die
The cattle are all gone
The children reel and faint
And they die
Oh Father God, they die.
