Orchard Gate Lyrics

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At the orchard gate today
Was that tomorrow
Istenem
Make a fire
Kiss your heart
Risha
Arabic for feather
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In this way my love
Whispers to me
Warm, beloved and still
In this way my love
Come to me
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In a language of two hands
This
A strange poetry
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She is turning
Turning in
From all the temples of old
From all the holds
In which its stowed
Turning into gold
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In his way through
A sacred dimension
Not by might
Not by power
By his spirit
His loving intention