Tu Scendi Dalle Stelle (Slow, D Major)

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Translation: You come down from the stars, O King of Heaven, and come in a cave, cold in the frost. O my Divine Child, I see you here trembling Oh blessed God, oh how much it cost you to have loved me For you who are the Creator of the world, there are not clothes nor fire, O my Lord. Dear chosen little Child. Seeing this poverty, the more I fall in love; Since love made you poor now