In a corner of Uganda,

there’s a place I left my heart,

where a lake without a bottom

reflect landscapes of pure art.

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Full of twisting clear reflections

but no fish that call it home,

cold and crispy as a morning

even when the moon is low.

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This was once a great volcano

roaring fire to the sky,

now it just reflects the morning

and the moon that’s floating high,

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and the fish they introduced there

disappeared without a trace,

when you peer into the water

you just see your pale green face.

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Then the water tempts you in there

like a cliff wants you to jump,

and you slide into the water

while your heart begins to thump.

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There’s a feeling you could end there

with a bubble and a wave,

and yet somehow you must be there

while you feel alive and brave.

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