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Shlomo reclines within his shrine
Woe to my days, woe to my nights
Everyone knows how he is
Nobody knows about me
Woe to my days, woe to my nights
As if it means something to anybody.
If I have a…
Contributor:
Nathan Alterman
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1963