There is a clue, not for flue
Just for balance, just for due
May all we walk, may all we talk
But none is ready to find path now
May for food, may for good
The things life needed, most have in a queue
There is a game, there is a name
That's for all, but just for few
May they killed, not for yield
None to sorry, for life of Jew.
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