It's All Done with Mirrors - Emet m'Tsiyon
My heart is in the East, and I in the uttermost West
How can I find savor in food? How shall it be sweet it to me?
How shall I render my vows and my bonds, While yet
Zion lieth beneath the fetter of Edom, and I in Arab chains?
Zion! Wilt thou not ask if peace be with thy captives
That seek thy peace -- that are the remnant of thy flocks?
The false prophets cry Peace, and there is no peace.
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