elusive song

There is a song..
A deeply beautiful beautiful song
Somewhere..in the back pages..
Of the Hagaddah..
After Chad Gadya..
Where the eyes are heavy.
.and the spirit is soaring
I never seem to find it..
Always on its coattails..
as I thumb through the pages..
past midnight..
past that mysterious time..
when we slip from the past..
into the future..
and..eliyahu has already gone..
and we sing strangely mysterious songs…
and theres that one elusive song…
I strangely recall..but
Can never seem to find…
Before I pass into sweet slumber..
the words...sliding off my lips..






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