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Jerusalem The city of Gold Jerusalem Where Jesus walked O’ Holy city, Holiest of all The land where Lord on the Mount of Olives would stand to talk. You appear so beautiful, with beauty so singular no master wordsmith could capture in verbal form, no painter could accurately paint on canvas with oil colors so vivid and glorious as its past. © Sofia Kioroglou
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Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 4:44 PM UTC
Jerusalem
Jerusalem The city of Gold Jerusalem Where Jesus walked O’ Holy city, Holiest of all The land where Lord on the Mount of Olives would stand to talk. You appear so beautiful, with beauty so singular no master wordsmith could capture in verbal form, no painter could accurately paint on canvas with oil colors so vivid and glorious as its past. © Sofia Kioroglou
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Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 4:44 PM UTC
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