The beauty of the morning
The light the flowers the trees
The city that has become great again
So many years waiting for our return to it
And I blessed to have lived here
These happy and painful forty- four years
God Bless the city and its people and Israel.
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These happy and painful forty- four years God Bless the city and its people and Israel. All of our expectation is we will welcome peace and harmony with us. best wishes for the poem