how lonely sits the city that was full of people!
how like a widow has she become, she who was great among the nations!
... she weeps bitterly in the night, with tears on her cheeks;... she has none to comfort her...
how like a widow has she become, she who was great among the nations!
... she weeps bitterly in the night, with tears on her cheeks;... she has none to comfort her...
how did we look so aside care so little ignore so willfully
the lost the homeless the migrant and the hungry
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