quinta-feira, 15 de janeiro de 2009

This goes for my Friend Yaarit and Yaakov and Bat-El

Along time ago in my beautifull hometown visitors arrived...eventually they left..but not from our hearts...and...our souls!



It is an evening of roses
Let us go out to the garden
Myrrh, Spices, and Frankincense
Are as a carpet under your feet

Night falls slowly
And a wind of roses blows
Let me whisper a song for you
A song of love

Dawn and the dove coos
Your hair is full of dewdrops
Your lips are as roses unto the morning
I will pick them for myself

Night falls slowly
And a wind of roses blows
I'll whisper a soft song for you
A song of pure love

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