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no more tears of laughter from the chosen
Ambrosian fields of paradise eyes with less and less twinkling mirth birth an inkling of distrust rusting away the people’s good humor more emotional craze praise brings awards for thoughts of eradication nations are lost and dispossessed jest not against harmony swaying peace increase this endless strife a knife for Jerusalem mayhem caused by man’s belligerence fences made from gunpoint become prisons sons plot for the survival of the ancient clans hand over Palestine? “for Thine is the kingdom…” alas! Jerusalem [2009.11.1…b]
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