| It was on last Christmas Evening
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| A snow was on the ground
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| His home in North Carolina
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| Where the murderer was found
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| His name was Charlie Lawson
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| And he had a loving wife
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| But we’ll never know what caused him
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| To take his family’s life
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| They say he killed his wife at first
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| And then the little ones did cry
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| «Please, Papa, won’t you spare our life?
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| For it is so hard to die!»
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| But the raging man could not be stopped
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| He would not heed their call
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| And he kept on firing fatal shots
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| Until he killed them all
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| And when the sad, sad news was heard
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| It was a great surprise
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| He killed six children and his wife
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| And then he closed their eyes
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| «And now farewell, kind friends and home
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| I’II see you all no more
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| Into my breast I’ll fire one fatal shot
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| Then my troubles will be o’er.»
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| They did not carry him to jail
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| No lawyers did he pay
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| He’ll have his trial in another world
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| On the final judgment day
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| They were all buried in a crowded grave
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| While angels watched above
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| «Come home, come home, my little ones
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| To the land of peace and love.» |