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Poem

Navit Barel

PROMO

I've got something special for any day of the year. Long or short,
whatever it takes to reach the depths of every soul.
No eye will remain dry, no plate empty.
Remember how they promised you the world to come,
when you'd be delivered, under what terms. But with me admission's free,
which is pretty rare these days. Night after night will chase you
exactly in that order. Count on time not to confuse
wish with fulfillment. Just let me take your hand,
the words out of your mouth, to unpack all your heart consumed.
God is alive. You won't want to miss this.

PROMO

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PROMO

I've got something special for any day of the year. Long or short,
whatever it takes to reach the depths of every soul.
No eye will remain dry, no plate empty.
Remember how they promised you the world to come,
when you'd be delivered, under what terms. But with me admission's free,
which is pretty rare these days. Night after night will chase you
exactly in that order. Count on time not to confuse
wish with fulfillment. Just let me take your hand,
the words out of your mouth, to unpack all your heart consumed.
God is alive. You won't want to miss this.

PROMO

I've got something special for any day of the year. Long or short,
whatever it takes to reach the depths of every soul.
No eye will remain dry, no plate empty.
Remember how they promised you the world to come,
when you'd be delivered, under what terms. But with me admission's free,
which is pretty rare these days. Night after night will chase you
exactly in that order. Count on time not to confuse
wish with fulfillment. Just let me take your hand,
the words out of your mouth, to unpack all your heart consumed.
God is alive. You won't want to miss this.
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Gemeente Rotterdam
Nederlands Letterenfonds
Stichting Van Beuningen Peterich-fonds
Prins Bernhard cultuurfonds
Lira fonds
Versopolis
J.E. Jurriaanse
Gefinancierd door de Europese Unie
Elise Mathilde Fonds
Stichting Verzameling van Wijngaarden-Boot
Veerhuis
VDM
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