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My first gift and my last, to you I dedicate this fascicle of songs - The only wealth I have: Just as they are, to you. I speak the truth in soberness, and say I had rather bring a light to your clear eyes, Had rather hear you praise This bosomful...
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Seeing you is to me What dawn is to nature The touch of your body Produces in me What dawn does to a bird So placid and quiet its tone And yet so powerful its effect The dawn Like you To whom my own nature Is ever drawn Yoav J. Tenembaum ...
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That you are fair or wise is vain, Or strong, or rich, or generous; You must add the untaught strain That sheds beauty on the rose. There's a melody born of melody, Which melts the World into a sea. Toil could never compass it; Art its height could...
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The day our Ane died we cried and cried and cried Was it for her we shed so many tears? Or for ourselves who must pass through the years and never see her smiling face or feel the warmth of her embrace? She no more feels the pain. She...
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The old house leans upon a tree Like some old man upon a staff: The night wind in its ancient porch Sounds like a hollow laugh. The heaven is wrapped in flying clouds As grandeur cloaks itself in gray: The starlight flitting in and out, Glints like...
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Thunderous life beats in my chest Within this stormy world of mine, I dance alone across moonlit night Where stars are passing time. Worthy plays for only me to see One show only within my mind, Emotions collide in sweet memory To place polish on...
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