| How can it be that a stable so small
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| Could somehow contain enough room for us all?
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| It’s a story that turned the whole world upside down
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| Giving birth to a kingdom where lost hopes are found
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| It might sound too wonderful, too good to be
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| I think I feel, hope being born in me
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| How can it be that a poor peasant girl
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| Was chosen to mother the king of the world?
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| And there in that moment the tiniest spark
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| Grew into the flame that erases the dark
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| It might sound too wonderful, too good to be
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| I think I feel, hope being born in me
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| How could it be that a baby’s first breath
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| Would be the beginning of conquering death?
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| The lowly are lifted and given a voice
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| Now they sing with the angels «Rejoice!»
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| It might sound too wonderful, too good to be
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| I think I feel, hope being born in me
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| It might sound too wonderful, too good to be
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| I think I feel, hope being born in me |