Warm hills, golden sunlight
Dew distilling on the ground
And my steps wander endlessly
Seeking, searching without cease
The memory of your bright face.
Your features like rain
Pour in my mind
Your laughter like the sun
Shines in my heart
Your body like earth
Weighs heavy on my soul.
Heaven was closer then
The skies were bluer
Your eyes were so like
Two stars near the moon
Your lips were like myrrh
Your breath was like incense.
Hear my words, oh Jerusalem
Draw near the heavens
Paint blue the sky
Bring me the myrrh and the incense
Show me the stars and the moon.
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