| In a town of David, not so near to spring,
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| At the heart of love, there came a lovely thing.
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| It was the time of Mary, the time of Caesar’s reign.
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| Nothing in our lives would ever be the same.
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| It was so long ago, but we remember still:
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| Star upon the snow, straw against the chill.
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| A planet dancing slow, a tree upon a hill.
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| Star upon the snow, straw against the chill.
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| Stumbling in the darkness, it was her time for birth,
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| Bearing in her womb, the King of all the earth.
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| Searching for some shelter, by a cruel decree,
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| They found a kind of glory the mighty never see.
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| It was so long ago, but we remember still:
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| Star upon the snow, straw against the chill.
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| A planet dancing slow, a tree upon a hill.
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| Star upon the snow, straw against the chill.
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| There within a stable, the baby drew a breath
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| There began a life that put an end to death,
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| And all the frozen stillness, mighty voices heard:
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| «God is here among you! |
| Human is the Word!»
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| It was so long ago, but we remember still:
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| Star upon the snow, straw against the chill.
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| A planet dancing slow, a tree upon a hill.
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| Star upon the snow, straw against the chill |