Handful of Almonds
The Praised One is here
The one who we hold so dear
Giving handfuls of almonds
The people are excited
Crowds fighting to get a glimpse
Men, women, and children, receiving his gift
The handful of almonds
It is finally my turn
The Praised one gives me a smile
Then the handful of almonds
And while all the other boys and girls had a fresh, glowing treat
I lift my hands to see mine
Only to see them broken, rotten and hardened
My handful of almonds
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