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Author, of hebrew original – version: Shmuel Yerushalmi. Israel
Our region,
Will leak- milk and honey!
The sun will rize,
Above the space- of the ruined,
Desert.
The blue peace,
Like azure – sea,
Will come,
In a shape of a pigeon!
With a swollen wing!
The gardens will be fild with green plants,
Of the rustle leafage !
The buds ,
Will swell in the spring !
The gold sun,
will paint in gold,
The sand with her rays,
And she will light our way ,
To the future !
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