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Bezboroa and Few Others MY HEART ACHES, MOTHER (Bookoo Hom Hom Kore) My heart aches, mother Someone steals my sleep Helpless son I am I lay myself at your feet. The clouds of destiny Hovers over the limelight of land Spirits enter into veins In my raid. The rampart around As strong as thnder Is invincible For dread. Let the first light of freedom Be my wreath At your altar And my blood pour over there! Bezboroa and few others #26