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Yehuda Amichai - Jerusalem
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On a roof in the Old City
Laundry hanging in the late afternoon sunlight:
The white sheet of a woman who is my enemy,
The towel of a man who is my enemy,
To wipe off the sweat of his brow.

In the sky of the Old City
A kite.
At the other end of the string,
A child
I can`t see
Because of the wall.

We have put up many flags,
They have put up many flags.
To make us think that they`re happy.
To make them think that we`re happy.
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