I am the sun,
I am a reflection of a thousand galaxies.
I am the salt of the Lake Kyoga,
A rising volcano in the East, and a diamond in South Eastern Uganda. ...
Because I am mad about women
I am mad about the hills,'
Said that wild old wicked man
Who travels where God wills.
'Not to die on the straw at home.
Those hands to close these eyes,
That is all I ask, my dear,
From the old man in the skies.
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