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| softly like the morning in primeval tones stones whisper secrets dancing with dew drops in the darkness some quiet strength gathering far and near, very dear smell it teasing the memory, one eternal gaze caught in a mystery neverending like chimes tasting the wind your footsteps walk gently through my mind a voice unique among men I remember how it plays in my ear one original script sprinkling brilliance, delight all around sparks of a lost letter ever guarding the heart your smile makes me happy more than all the secrets in the stones |
| roses and myrtles bloom in paradise purim summary |
| (C) Liorah Chanah Elishaba Tsabrah |