If I forget you, oh Jerusalem
Let my right hand wither
Let my tongue cling to the roof of my moth
If I do not remember you,
If I do not set Jerusalem above my highest you
Psalm 137
Let my right hand wither
Let my tongue cling to the roof of my moth
If I do not remember you,
If I do not set Jerusalem above my highest you
Psalm 137
posted by Ghias Aljundi at 3:00 PM
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