Poetic-Verses
THE BLACK JEW
(For Preyé)
Oh, poromose, have we now selves like gold?
Not as you think
For that one there was just thine, a black Jew
And not a jew
I sat, I wept, I spent my years to learn
Why it was so
And not to find that thine own only heir
Was just a fool.
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THE BLACK JEW
THE BLACK JEW