Set to the beat
Of the stomp of David's feet
And the clapping of his hands
Before the Ark of the Covenant
It bursts forth
The rousing noise
Which wakes the Spring at Winter's end
And moves all the world to be reborn
With every passing year
Amplified a hundred thousand times
First for the birth
And then for the rebirth
Of the Anointed
Pounds through the halls
It stirs every heart
Drowns out all nonsense
And resonates with every living thing
It is grand
And terrible
And wonderful
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