I Keep Three Weeks

I keep three weeks

There is a hilltop in Jerusalem
Where heaven and earth touch
After the destruction the bride began to weep
The ground wept too
The bride returned as a bird perched

At the wall
For three summer weeks I sat low in sadness
I planned to bleed
To wash myself clean

This I have been taught:
After a legacy of tears
Expect the messiah

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