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RAM'S HORN

The Shustafel at midnight
Making a quarrel
Roam no more to cedar muses
Or tallest evarests
Mounting up are thoughts that
If shown, will melt
 Even the strongest
 Let the shofar Call
The gathering
 I hear heaven's gate open


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RAM`S HORN

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