I fainted on the way
to see the armed robber shot, on the day
memories past, ostrich brings
in the bush wild bird sings
sleepless I lay, restless i say
of those youthful days, lived as I may
those days I cherish on my chest
with my child held close to my breast
gone are the days of dark and light moon
never I wanted to pass it so soon
heaviness I lay to be at rest
youth and passion were at its best
I lost myself in the African bush
but then I was really green and lush
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