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Post by yankydoodle on Jun 4, 2006 16:40:34 GMT -5
A Russian boy’s helpless plight Dreariness fills his night, Hardship and pain befall him His chance of survival is slim.
Finding no source of true comfort To the Rebbe he turns with a letter, Compelled to express to him How life could have been so much better.
The boy did not beg for an easier life Nor for a hope to be free, Vos zol men ton az es davent zich nit That was the Russian boy’s plea.
As the Rebbe spoke at Farbrengen The chassidim gazed on in surprise, As the Rebbe choked with emotion And tears welled up in his eyes.
The boy did not beg for an easier life Nor for a hope to be free, Vos zol men ton az es davent zich nit That was the Russian boy’s plea.
Repeat: The boy did not beg...
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