| They all walked away, with nothing to say
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| They’d just lost their dearest friend
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| All that He said, now He was dead
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| So this was the way it would end
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| The dreams they had dreamed were not what they’d seemed
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| Now that He was dead and gone
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| The garden, the jail, the hammer, the nail
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| How could a night be so long
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| Then came the morning, night turned into day
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| The stone was rolled away, hope rose with the dawn
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| Then came the morning, shadows vanished before the sun
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| Death had lost and life had won, for morning had come
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| The angel, the star, the kings from afar
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| The wedding, the water, the wine
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| Now it was done, they’d taken her son
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| Wasted before his time she knew it was true
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| She’d watched him die too
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| She’d heard them call Him just a man
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| But deep in her heart, she knew from the start
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| Somehow her son would live again
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| Then came the morning, night turned into day
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| The stone was rolled away, hope rose with the dawn
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| Then came the morning, shadows vanished before the sun
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| Death had lost and life had won, for morning had come
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| Then came the morning, shadows vanished before the sun
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| Death had lost and life had won, for morning had come
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| Morning had come |