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Out of the hills the trees bulge
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Millinery District
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Epidemic
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Showing a torn sleeve, with stiff and shaking fingers the old man
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[Winter Sketches II: Subway]
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The Hebrew of your poets, Zion
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Our eldest son is like Ishmael, Jacob is like you
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Since Potiphar made you his overseer
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Our lives are bitter with service in mortar and brick
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If there is a scheme
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