The Sabbath of rest is a feast of joy!
To each ancestral tribe of hope;
The muse of the truth and the muse of the laws,
With significant oil discovery at the coast! !
But, take a reas at Cape Three Points.
Mahogany,
Harmony,
In summer and in winter;
Walking through the muse of life with,
The ways of nature and, by the acts of the people.
The legacy,
Be thankful in all things;
Of the people and by the people!
Like the legacy of those who came before us,
However, don't give up easily in life and, build your home with love.
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