Take my hand
Cool is my head
Cool is the way to peak
Take my hand
Your footsteps, I'll take to peak
A top the mountain,
Flowers below us we'll see.
Take my hand
This ropy bridge is shaking
Below, the river twirls away
Below, I see a crocodile preying
In this river, with a laughing bottom
This river, the other side, beckoning
The wild fruits, so sweet is their juice.
Take my hand.
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