let the eyes close the night than wake in the sundown of the sky,
the hour wait no more to settle down in the morning mist, for even the
warm troubled dust return to clam the sun
take the gorgeous wisdom of the wizard and find the revealing star,
waiting than seeing the touching spring of Autumn; watching every season
the coming year to find the winter off the frozen Lebanon
oh! David of the Star, watch the green meadow grows, sprinkle it with the
tabernacle of the ancient path and always cease the sinner to resilient
and turn to repent the sinner, leading to find and adore the golden way
of salvation, until days comes no more to see
Praise my God my Heart …
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