There might be something
That tells us all, all the time
We can do everything we wish
But we can never lose the rhyme,
We can go north further north
Blizzards we can wear on sleeves
We can stand in the face of storm
And can write a dawn before we sleep
There might be something dear
That takes away from us all our strife
We can take the Chanukah song
and be glad with it in our mortal life
What could be of more bearing
Than to make out the pied one
Which is there in you and me
and in every grain and everyone
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