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[rivka]

When tyrants tremble, sick with fear
To hear their death knells ringing
When friends rejoice, both far and near
How can I keep from singing?
To prison cell and dungeon vile
Our thoughts to them are winging
When friends by shame are undefiled
How can I keep from singing?

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[saoba.livejournal.com]

This cued up on my Ipod just as Molly and I set out on our walk @ 10 AM.

Hurrah for random shuffle serendipity.