the same moon that smiles
as I walk miles and miles
looking for bread and dimes
is the one that shone its light
when I conquered the Ukambani plains
and will die of merry cries
when l dance fiery high
dreams realized
the moon will die,the moon will lie.
as I walk miles and miles
looking for bread and dimes
is the one that shone its light
when I conquered the Ukambani plains
and will die of merry cries
when l dance fiery high
dreams realized
the moon will die,the moon will lie.
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