It Was On The 16th Of June
When The Sun Shattered The Moon
Everything Was So Marvelous And Clear
And Them Birds High Above Were Singing In Rear.
God Showered Us With A Pretty Morning
Whereby No Creature Was Mourning
He Blessed All Of Us, Sisters And Brothers
And The Devil Had No Chance To Bother.
We Were Chilling In The Downhill Street
The Fruit Of The Otjomuise District
The Majority Were The Main Members
And That I Didn't Forget To Remember.
To Be Continued.....! ! ! ! !
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