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sexta-feira, 19 de novembro de 2010

Lady Jerusalem (to Hanin)

Each step, a rifle
Each pray, a curse
She walks through old fears
crossing holy traditions and memories
She sneaks around to save
leftovers of happiness
While they throw her bad words
in Latin, in Hebrew,
in Arabic, in silence
She passes another barrier
another check-point
She deals with that everyday:
She's the lady Jerusalem

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