Sep 2015
I come to my garden ,
my sister , my bride.
I gather my myrrh with my spice,
I ear my honeycomb with my honey
I drink my wine with my milk.
Eat, friends ,drink and be drunk with love.**
S
my sister , my bride.
I gather my myrrh with my spice,
I ear my honeycomb with my honey
I drink my wine with my milk.
Eat, friends ,drink and be drunk with love.**
S
(gandhinagar)
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