All the Jews came to yell,
"We made it out of Hell.
We are all free."
The Jews gathered around a big oak tree.

The Jews were singing with voices of joy,
and the children played with jewish toys.
The children made dreidel out of clay
and I watched as they played.

I fell into a deep sleep
and rest on a pillow, made of black sheep.
I was running and I ran fast.
Wishing, that this day will forever last.

I said to myself, "This is all a dream."
I awoken to the feeling of hot steam.

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