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He holds his treasured people in a golden crown of hairWe a royal turban a sign of his desireA garden of justice is his greatest need it rises above his greatest joySinging through the gate of the field of holy applesA new table we prepare for her sheds light upon usBetween the right and the left she approaches in jewels and festive garmentsEmbracing in her foundation giving pleasure squeezing out his strengthTorment and trouble are endedNow there are joyful faces spirits and soulsHe gives her great joy twofold in measureLight shines upon her streams of blessingGo forth and prepare the adornmentsFoods and all manner of fishBeget souls and new lives on the thirty-two paths and three branchesShe has seventy crowns with all may be beatenAll the words are engraved and concealed within herFrom these days all shine forthMay his will dwell among the people who take joy with sweets and honeyIn the south set a hidden candelabrum to make room in the north for a table of breadLet her be adorned with six loaves connected on each side with shelterWeakened cast out the menacing in fettersHis garment bright and red
Wednesday – Friday 12 – 6 pm
Saturday 12 – 4 pm and by appointment
Eric Sidner
Der blonde Affe
29.10.16 – 14.01.17