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by Na'arah bat Avraham
T'was Yuletide eve, and Winter's hand
Then I felt a sudden chill
"My lord," she said, "O, grant my plea
With her words, my heart grew brave
Of battles fierce, I cannot tell
I fell in swoon at my lady's feet
I felt her tears, I heard her sigh
I raised my head, I saw her face
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