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Слушать(AI)I Dont Know If History Repeats Itself
I don't Know if history repeats
But I do know that you don't.
I remember that city was didvided Not only between Jews and Arabs,
But Between me and you,
When we were there together.
We made ourselves a womb of
We built ourselves a house of deadening
Like men of far north Who build themselves a safe warm house of deadening ice.
The city has been
But we haven't been there together.
By now I
That History doesn't repeat itself,
As I always knew that you wouldn't.
Yehuda Amichai
Yehuda Amichai (3 May 1924 – 22 September 2000) was an Israeli poet. Amichai is considered, both in Israel and internationally, as Israel's grea
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