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Stop by for a while You've had a long journey Through the dust and the sun of the Holy Land. Have a sit under my leaves Enjoy my shade Feel no shame. You see how I'm wise, How old I am You can touch my rough skin You can count my rings Multiplied along the centuries. Take the blood of my fruits, My oil will give you Peace and health Prosperity and Faith. My love I can give to many. I am the olive tree Of Gethsemane.
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC
The tree
Stop by for a while You've had a long journey Through the dust and the sun of the Holy Land. Have a sit under my leaves Enjoy my shade Feel no shame. You see how I'm wise, How old I am You can touch my rough skin You can count my rings Multiplied along the centuries. Take the blood of my fruits, My oil will give you Peace and health Prosperity and Faith. My love I can give to many. I am the olive tree Of Gethsemane.
olivier-bricet
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC
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