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If God could turn me into a pigeon |
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A golden pigeon or a turtle dove |
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I could fly to my homeland |
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At Douwayra |
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Back home where my folks are |
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If God could give me everything I wish for |
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Long life, happiness and prosperity |
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Then I would live always beside |
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Those who are dear to me |
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My parents and my friends |
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While I was in France |
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Learning more about art and life |
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One terrible phone call |
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Summoned me home where I found |
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My mother was already dead and buried |
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Orphan, orphan, orphan |
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Mama, mama, mama, my darling mother |
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Papa, papa, papa, my dear father |
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Oh Mother most kind |
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Oh Father full of pity |
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What sadness when they go |
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How sacred is the family |
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Mama, Mama, Mama Aissata |
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Samba Boubou Yacine Wade |
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Mother of Fatou, mother of Mama |
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Mother of Laye Malle and of Chillo |
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Of Ndeye Khar and of Ndeye Gaye |
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Of Hameth Malle and Baaba Baidy Baaba Debbo |
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Ah mama Aissata Khar Sano Saar and Nar Sarr |
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Ah Aissata Samba Boubou Yacine, ah mama |
