You don't bear a sense of perfection

You don’t leave a significant impression

You don't carry any historical duty

But that where lays your innocent beauty


You may be a bit stressed

And one can think that you have him a test

Stretching you nerves to the extreme

That city can cause you sometimes to scream


However, you stay the very precise foundation

And that what makes us thank for your creation

So let's finish that dead line assignment with a sense of fun

We all pledge, our beautiful, crazy, hilarious city of Ramat-Gan


The End

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