בס״ד
Haazinu
Songs of Moshe and of Dovid,
Like gentle waves, they break upon us,
Not words alone, but music,
Notes, and rhythms, and harmonies.
From down the generations they come to us,
Each voice, each nusach, each trop,
Ineffable truths, heard differently now,
Echoing in the ears of our time.
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