Oh! Eye of heaven
Don’t look at thy servant
Extraordinarily observant
Looking on things, or maybe remnants
Yellow are your rays
That freely touches my face
Light has come to me from you
To discern the color and hue
Eye of heaven
Don’t look at thy servant’s face
For I will only hold my place
Under your blinding rays
Eye of heaven
Yet you are great
But never much greater
Than the Greatest Creator
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