It
is my delight to sit in the shade of the garden.
Your
fruit is sweet to my taste.
Listen...
to the sweet melodies of the Creator...
Leading
us to the Dance.
Let
your heart soar high above,
To
the music of the cool night air, while
The
Grand Fountain whispers softly,
"Come
the winter is past,
The
rain is gone, the flowers appear
Their
Fragrance fills the Garden.
The
time for singing has come!"
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