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On a little hill amid fertile fields lies a small cemetery,
a Jewish cemetery behind a rusty gate, hidden by shrubs,
abandoned and forgotten. Neither the sound of prayer...

God has pity on kindergarten children,
He pities school children less.
But adults he pities not at all.

He abandons them,
And sometimes they have to crawl on all fours
In the scorching sand...

My child wafts peace.
When I lean over him,
It is not just the smell of soap.

All the people were children wafting peace.
(And in the whole land, not even one...