| One day, I saw a man
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| Dressed in rags, with a staff in his hand
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| Begging for a penny to survive
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| How poor a man can be
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| I gave him hospitality
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| A room, a bed, and lots of food to eat
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| Still, I hear his last few words
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| «I can never return what you’ve done
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| But heaven will remember and repay»
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| Fifty years had gone since I saw him
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| I was dying and I’d soon be dead
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| Three angels stood in front of my bed
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| The first one, she said to me, «Don't be afraid
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| I’ll give you immortality and grace for your soul»
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| The second had eyes of gold, she gave me my wings
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| The third gave all wisdom an angel could bring to me
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| One day, I saw a man
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| Dressed in rags, with a staff in his hand
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| Begging for a penny to survive
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| How poor a man can be
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| I gave him hospitality
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| A room, a bed, and lots of food to eat
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| I joined with my destiny, eternally
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| I knew I was born again, an angel to be
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| A vision beyond my dreams called me, by name
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| So in devotion, I spread my wings
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| To heaven, I’d came to stay |