"Motto: Please, could you? forgive my mistakes and I'll
forgive. Yours, once,  ONE and only.

Yes, child, sleep well, because I couldn't,
White,
he pain-ted my
knight...

YES, a tale,
about  dragons,
and princes I pro-missed...


Yes, right here...
cool spring-hint in my  valley,
Lazy hills roll,  swell, in the sun, blood-ripe grapes,
harvest...
unstraddled,  restless,
untaimed...
white,

by the butress,  His stallion,
awaited and grazed,
scar-healing his smile was,
dark, blade-like,
his gaze,

Yes,  my child, it was me, Young
Wise,  and sharp...
Yes, yes,
and so good... good-looking, His harp,
In my, G-Flat,
dreams-sweet
revibrated, un-even and,
More,
split, and spitted,
my heart
Yes...yes...

yes...
my child
much fire, no struggle or cannons, no sweat...

I lowerd my bridges,
my colours,  
my shield,
the key to the city...

clowds were my pillow.
he? Far,  and away,
now, rain, I await,
white
is my hair
and unsteady,
my gate...

No, my child,
can't, just can't,
and couldn't,
ex-plain.   No,
I didn't Fly-wild,
fly-to,
fly-wide open...
THE gate

.6.2.05
Herzeliya