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                                        As 
                                        die 
                                        nag 
                                        sy 
                                        baadjie 
                                        toeknoop 
                                        oor 
                                        die 
                                        veld 
                            
                                        As 
                                        the 
                                        night 
                                        draws 
                                        its 
                                        cloak 
                                        around 
                                        the 
                                        fields 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        En 
                                        die 
                                        diereriem 
                                        sy 
                                        blink 
                                        tot 
                                        teen 
                                        die 
                                        Skerpioen 
                                        laat 
                                        lê 
                            
                                        And 
                                        the 
                                        Milky 
                                        Way 
                                        stretches 
                                        up 
                                        to 
                                        Scorpio 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        As 
                                        die 
                                        Tweeling 
                                        en 
                                        die 
                                        Kreef 
                            
                                        As 
                                        Gemini 
                                        and 
                                        Cancer 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        Kotteljons 
                                        oor 
                                        Beaufort-Wes 
                            
                                        Play 
                                        hide-and-seek 
                                        over 
                                        Beaufort-Wes 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        En 
                                        die 
                                        maan 
                                        sy 
                                        beker 
                                        skink 
                                        oor 
                                        Graaff-Reinet 
                            
                                        And 
                                        the 
                                        moon 
                                        pours 
                                        its 
                                        goblet 
                                        over 
                                        Graaff-Reinet 
                            
                         
                                
                        
                            
                                        Ruik 
                                        jy 
                                        katbos 
                                        en 
                                        kambro 
                            
                                        You 
                                        can 
                                        smell 
                                        the 
                                        wild 
                                        sage 
                                        and 
                                        camelthorn 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        As 
                                        dit 
                                        reën 
                                        in 
                                        die 
                                        Kleinkaroo 
                            
                                        When 
                                        it 
                                        rains 
                                        in 
                                        the 
                                        Little 
                                        Karoo 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        My 
                                        hantamwind 
                            
                                        My 
                                        Hantam 
                                        wind 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        My 
                                        optelkind 
                            
                                        My 
                                        adopted 
                                        child 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        Vanaand 
                                        In 
                                        die 
                                        môre 
                                        as 
                                        dit 
                                        blou 
                                        word 
                            
                                        Tonight 
                                        In 
                                        the 
                                        morning 
                                        when 
                                        it 
                                        turns 
                                        blue 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        En 
                                        die 
                                        amber 
                                        wolke 
                                        roer 
                            
                                        And 
                                        the 
                                        amber 
                                        clouds 
                                        start 
                                        to 
                                        move 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        As 
                                        die 
                                        son 
                                        sy 
                                        eerste 
                                        lig 
                            
                                        As 
                                        the 
                                        sun 
                                        casts 
                                        its 
                                        first 
                                        light 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        Oor 
                                        die 
                                        bitterboela 
                                        stoot 
                            
                                        Over 
                                        the 
                                        bitter 
                                        almond 
                                        trees 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        As 
                                        die 
                                        trein 
                                        by 
                                        Noupoort 
                                        fluit 
                            
                                        As 
                                        the 
                                        train 
                                        whistles 
                                        at 
                                        Noupoort 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        En 
                                        dit 
                                        wegraak 
                                        in 
                                        die 
                                        wind 
                            
                                        And 
                                        it 
                                        fades 
                                        into 
                                        the 
                                        wind 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        En 
                                        ′n 
                                        tolbos 
                                        iewers 
                                        vaswaai 
                                        teen 
                                        die 
                                        rant 
                            
                                        And 
                                            a 
                                        wild 
                                        olive 
                                        swings 
                                        softly 
                                        against 
                                        the 
                                        hillside 
                            
                         
                        
                        
                    
                    
                    
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                        Авторы: De Villers  Coewie, De Villers Coewie
                    
                    
                
                
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