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How I miss Tameyawt
His walls are baked of earth
His village has turned green again
And his mountain boulders are smooth and long
My homeland is Timyawin
Timetren to the opposite mountain slope
My country is Afara
And the wells at Assamalmal and Assawa
I’ll climb the mountain of Tarawant
And sacrifice a beautiful young goat up there
I’ll utter a joyful cry that will be heard
All the way to Tessalit.