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Like last grapes' harvest I will gather the whispers' remains
And I send you a present from the crop of my heart
all that the hand of sorrow had not uprooted
all that the hot wind of anger has not dried inside me yet
all that the hand of sorrow had not uprooted
all that the hot wind of anger has not dried inside me yet
I will pad the wicker basket memories of Lake Kineret
rose of morning sky among the garden’s trees
gold of noon in a serene expanse
and the lilac of evening on Golan mountains
gold of noon in a serene expanse
and the lilac of evening on Golan mountains
Memory of moon night on the water’s smooth surface
is the cheer of happiness as I age
this is the cheer of happiness that I will wrap the basket
and I will send it to you will you be happy for the gift?
this is the cheer of happiness that I will wrap the basket
and I will send it to you will you be happy for the gift?
this is the cheer of happiness that I will wrap the basket
and I will send it to you will you be happy for the gift?