Mariah, you’re a flower in the wild. Of Persian origin, by Jewish styled, Mesopotamia is your sweet hearth. You are the lovely being making art. In Persian, you are called Maryam. The flower glows of health, it says “I am”. Perhaps to Esther daughter you once were. To Israel your name was surely dear. In Persia, we find the rivers two. To Christ, Mariah was two women, too. As mother and as sister you are fine, as if the petal shining on the vine. [Instrumental] Take notice of the fact you are the burn by which life’s temperature turn. And smile, in Norway too you had the role of making life and living one as whole.
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