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Oh, Father of great mercy
In sunset’s flame there fades
My cradle land
That was once nearer to me than my salt-crusted shirt
Where with my brother Russian
I shared more than once
A measly bite of…
At the request of a well-known patriot
Our hope is not yet lost
That hope of ages
To return to the land of our fathers
To the city where David dwelt
As long as hope remains in our hearts
The…