They dressed the table to make peace   
   Between the Mid-East and the West   
   With their sweet accents Lebanese   
   And souls steeped in divine unrest   
      
   With warmth and generosity   
   With goodwill, energy and dance -   
   With flare and audacity -   
   Arab flamboyance, class of France -   
      
   They dressed the table, and I drank   
   And then she came, the Love's delight -   
   In beauty walked she, and I thanked   
   What had created such a sight:   
      
   Beautiful from skin to the bone   
   Blonde, tender, delicate and tall   
   And I for hours sat by the phone   
   Waiting simply to hear her call -   
      
   And love within her, that made her,   
   Was stronger than the sting of death:   
   The beauty of her soul and form   
   Dispelled all darkness, fear and wrath.   
      
   Hello, sweet love! Soar, heart! Take flight!   
   More bliss and goodness of all kinds!   
   She walks in beauty like the light   
   And gives glad tidings to mankind!   
      
   More happy love! In her, divine   
   Life's fervent, passionate embrace!   
   In her eternity and time   
   Mingle together and are blessed!   
      
   Where present touches Evermore -   
   And Inspiration makes Man true   
   There is the freedom! There heart soars   
   And bids mind's manacles adieu -   
      
   And who was cold, then becomes warm   
   And light of heaven never parts   
   From her delightful, beauteous form   
   And from her tender, loving heart.   
      
   But in there they are made to live   
   And be fulfillment of the whole!   
   Algerian beauty! Warm and free   
   And a delightful, loving soul.   
      
   The slings and arrows and the knives   
   When turned on end and put to flight   
   Become the arrows of life   
   That sow in people's hearts delight -   
      
   They kill no more, they bring alive   
   The dreams that dwell in human mind   
   And through them world with passion rife   
   Becomes the lot of humankind.   
      
   Soul does not kindly stop for death:   
   It only cares to stop for love   
   Not yet to take a narrow path   
   Or wide one: but to soar above   
      
   The world with a barbaric scream   
   And wake the neighbors underneath:   
   Hear, people! Man can feel and dream   
   And make here possible the bliss!   
      
   We make dreams real! With our own lives   
   We make real visions of the best!   
   More beauteous life! More happy love!   
   And by this humankind is blessed!   
      
   We make dreams real! And in this is   
   Our training for the future times:   
   To know how to impart the bliss   
   Is to know what is paradise!   
      
   With dreams the soul on life makes claim -   
   To make them real within the world   
   Is to make live, from day to day,   
   The truth that shapes the human soul.   
      
   Algerian beauty! Warm and free -   
   With luminosity divine -   
   The sky within her and the sea   
   Basking in rays of morning sun -   
      
   In soul-deep eyes, in soul-light hair,   
   In soulful gentleness and peace   
   In dreamy, warm and tender stare -   
   In her the present touches Bliss!   
      
   Greetings, sweet love! Soar, heart! Take flight!   
   More bliss and passion of all kinds!   
   She walks in beauty - and the night   
   Through her is filled with truth divine!   
      
   Love me, and let us both eschew   
   The iron clutch of circumstance;   
   To Be is to make dreams come true -   
   And that makes all the difference.   
      
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   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)