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My Mother’s Kaddish

.יִתְגַּדַּל וְיִתְקַדַּשׁ שְׁמֵהּ רַבָּא Waking in the dark beneath the heavy cloak of dawnֿ I wait for the soothing rhythm of the words, always the same When my world is not. ,בְּעָלְמָא דִּי בְרָא כִרְעוּתֵהּ וְיַמְלִיךְ מַלְכוּתֵהּ בְּחַיֵּיכון וּבְיומֵיכון וּבְחַיֵּי דְכָל בֵּית יִשרָאֵל בַּעֲגָלָא וּבִזְמַן קָרִיב In synagogues near and far, day after day In…

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