| Once upon a time in a far off land
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| Wise men saw a sign and set out aross the sand
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| Songs of praise to sing, they travelled day and night
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| Precious gifts to bring, guided by the light
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| They chased a brand new star, ever towards the west
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| Across the mountains far, but when it came to rest
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| They scarce believed their eyes, they’d come so many miles
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| And the miracle they prized was nothing but a child
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| Nothing but a child could wash these tears away
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| Or guide a weary world into the light of day
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| And nothing but a child could help erase these miles
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| So once again we all can be children for awhile
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| Now all around the world, in every iittle town
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| Everyday is heard a precious little sound
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| And every mother kind and every father proud
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| Looks down in awe to find another chance allowed |