| The beggarly old man was sick and infirm
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| He was standing alone on the road
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| Miserable angel was visiting him
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| Someone was crucified the day before
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| They were talking for a long time
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| And in tears they were walking to the sky
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| And the holy son who brings no crime
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| Came down carefully in the night
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| He said then: he will return
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| But now he must fly into the sky
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| At last He said, they were listening taciturn
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| Everybody will be saved by the light
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| The son came back soon and was glad
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| He had come but his father was sad
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| The chosen people offended his child
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| The Great Creator was silent.
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| And the angels were crying in scare
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| In embrace of depressive smell
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| Mighty father was thinking in care
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| And devil was loathing in hell
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| Mountains of God’s Depression rising up from the Earth
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| Master of Passion is prepared for his birth.
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| Mountains of God’s Depression rising into Heavens |