By David Wycislak

On the way to Zaire
I saw His black-and-white fire
And gain color
As He saw His moonlight
On the day of days

The White Queen said No
Without knowing what she said
And He never screamed
The rain I felt

I think the Man
Had something to say
But didn't know how to sing

And now I'm close to Zaire
And He's still black-and-white
And Queen probably knows
And I still sing alone.

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