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Silent Eyes

 Watching Jerusalem

Make her bed of stones

Silent Eyes

 No One will comfort her;

 Jerusalem

She is sorrow

Sorrow

She burns like aflame

And she calls my name

Silent Eyes

Burning

In the desert sun

Halfway to Jerusalem

And we shall all be called as witnesses

Each and every one

To stand before the eyes of God

And speak what was done