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Ani auni vevyone. Hashem yashav li. Ezrati, umafalti, atau.
As for me, I am poor and destitute.
Hashem my God will think about me. My help, my rescuer, you are.
My word is like a hammer like a shattering rock,
crack through your heart and take the evil apart
From the end of the earth unto you I call,
time and again I fall, back to you I crawl
You have been a refuge for me,
a tower of strength in the face of the enemy
Enemy, enemy lines I find I let myself get tied up too many times
You can't have my heart I'm taking back what's mine
I know it lie just smoke in your eye
and you saved my soul from the other side
HATA BİLDİR
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