I thank God for you Mercy my queen,
When I met you you were seventeen,
It was back then in twenty fourteen,
I discovered you were a fabulous teen,
Because in you I was so keen,
At Eldoret I last got you seen,
And you looked so green,
I told you there is no one in between,
For my love you've always been,
That I can feel you in my spleen,
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