they're tearing down tent cities
from the bay to the border
while hashem sings, softly
mah tovu, ohalecha
how sweet, how sweet are your tents
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they're tearing down tent cities
from the border to the bay
and over the destruction
you can almost hear the Spirit say
mah tovu, ohalecha
my children, my children, how sweet, oh how sweet
jealousy is a beach ball drowned by sunscreened arms in a concrete pool it shoots out of the water of your belly with thunderous propulsion the burn of lightning struck charring insides cold as frostb
you don't realize your breathing's been strained until it is clear again how not in love you really were until you're really in love good god love is a heart beating through clear valves for the first