Poetic-Verses
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
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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