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A gush of joy in the pipe,
The pipes, the arteries of the Negev,
This is the course of the song,
From the faucet to the clod
The water of the depths ascends.
A pump means bread!
Negev, Negev, what’s…
The writers of the radical press (also) have the full right to life, to be free, and to seek their fortune in—a bread line.
