זה השיר האהוב עלי ביותר - מוקדש לכל האנשים המיוחדים כאן בקפה.

HAVE you got a brook in your little heart,

Where bashful flowers blow,

And blushing birds go down to drink,

And shadows tremble so?

 And nobody, knows, so still it flows,  

That any brook is there;

And yet your little draught of life

Is daily drunken there

.  

Then look out for the little brook in March,

When the rivers overflow,

And the snows come hurrying from the hills,

And the bridges often go

.

And later, in August it may be,

When the meadows parching lie,

Beware, lest this little brook of life

Some burning noon go dry!

 (אמילי דיקנסון)

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פלג / נחל -brook