Even though I have never met you,
Or even seen a picture of you
My heart goes out to you,
Little Moshe.
I would like to cut out a star
And bring it to you,
Or collect all the tears I've cried
And string them for you.
Little Moshe,
Whom an angel saved,
Your pain is my pain,
If only you could be saved from that...
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