Not Forgotten

The new king, the pharaoh, does not know,

What Joesph decreed long ago.

The old pharaoh gave him choice,

to settle in the best land

and they rejoiced.

The famine still raged.

The Egyptians struggled along,

But we grew strong.

The pasture was green,

All was serene.

Our cup overflowed

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