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Over the hills of Jerusalem,
Clouds sweep the skies
In the City of Gold.
The Song of Love can be felt in the air,
With the golden sunset,
And auburn leaves on the sun kissed trees.
For gone are the days of suffering,
For a new sun has set
Over the peacefully painted sky.
With whispers of joy upon the rooftops,
The dawn has awakened,
And a new day has begun.
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