January 11, 2009
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Beautiful Jerusalem
Formed within my mind,
The hills, the pretty landscape
The house of the Divine.
Hasten the day I come to you
Happy as a dove.
Daughter of Shem and,
Hoping very much for love.

Next year in Jerusalem,
The gold gleaming and bright
We’ve only one more plague to face
After this deadly night.

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