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Come, give me your hand
and let us go for a walk
under the moonlight
until the Morning Star announces
the sunlit dawn when you and I
will welcome the first gleam
and from the distant hillside
we’ll smell the aromatic thyme
come, let me relate to you
about the voice of the young
construction worker, faraway
at the dusty site, who, alone
and lonely worked that morning
just as the rooster had called
the day to attention, and he broke
the loneliness of his heart
with his honeyed voice
your beautiful, blue eyes
come, sit next to me, and
let us get lost in the revere
of his melodic voice
Mayanaam
vequinox
Manolis 