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"Holy, Holy, Holy is Hashem," the angels spoke,
The holy temple became full of smoke.
It's as if we have eyes but cannot see,
Yet we still have a spark of life like a winter oak tree!
By Noah Katz5
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"Holy, Holy, Holy is Hashem," the angels spoke,
The holy temple became full of smoke.
It's as if we have eyes but cannot see,
Yet we still have a spark of life like a winter oak tree!