Thursday, January 22, 2015
Shabbat Comments
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It was the hour of childhood Fridays, when from the curved boughs
The sparrows were shimmering and the nightingale high note was heard;
It was the hour when soft pure voices of boys choir sounded like lover's vows
Pure holy prays coming from a temple so sweet in every whispered noted word;
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