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| Shibolet's Song | Nealla's Song | |||||||||||||||||||
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Dance In The Old Fashioned Way Dance in the Old Fashioned Way. Won't you stay in my arms? Just melt against my skin And let me feel your heart, Don't let the music win By dancing far apart. Come close where you belong. Let's hear our secret song. Dance in the Old Fashioned Way. Won't you stay in my arms? And we'll discover highs We never knew before, If we just close our eyes And dance around the floor. That gay old fashioned way That makes me love you more. Dance in the Old Fashioned Way. Won't you stay in my arms? And we'll discover highs We never knew before, If we just close our eyes And dance around the floor. That gay old fashioned way That makes me love you more. |
The Rose Some say love it is a river That drowns the tender reed. Some say love it is a razor That leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love it is a hunger, An endless aching need. I say love it is a flower, And You its only seed. It's the heart afraid of breaking That never learns to dance. It's the dream afraid of waking That never takes a chance. It's the one who won't be taken Who cannot seem to give. And the soul afraid of dying That never learns to live. When the night has been too lonely, And the road has been too long, And you think that love is only For the lucky and the strong, Just remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snows, Lies the seed that with the sun's love, In the spring becomes The Rose. | |||||||||||||||||||
| This month's picture is for Shibolet, who was born in Egypt. | ||||||||||||||||||||
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