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Candles burning in the storm, flickering lights, no path do they form. Sounds of thunder that echo the night, shattering the silence, creating fright.
Jerusalem: City of David, City of Gold. How many nations have ruled you, have trampled your holy streets? How many swords have pierced your aching soul?
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