This was oringinally a poem I wrote (it's in my book "Your Face is a Kiss") and evolved into a song.
The lyrics are:
who's going to tell you you're beautiful
right on the edge of this death
who'll remind you of infinite spirit
when nothing seems to be left
who's got a hand on your shoulder
a gaze direct to your i
for whom are you lies
only hidings of glorious spirit
in shapes that bend to deny
the tenderest longing
Thank you,
David Ronen
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