Simeon. . Do you remember the good years in Canaan?. The summers were endlessly gold. The fields were a patchwork of clover. The winters were never too cold. We'd stroll down the boulevards toge
I closed my eyes. Drew back the curtain to see for certain. What I thought I knew. Far Far away. Someone was weeping. But the world was sleeping. Any Dream Will Do I wore my coat. With golden l
