| After the song was over
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| Nearly every person there
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| Went to the cathedral’s basement
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| And started setting up tables and chairs
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| For that night this church would feed
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| Any person in life who had less
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| And both those that gave and those that received
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| Left that night feeling blessed
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| Then the angel remembered something
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| That his lord’s son had once said
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| On how one truly followed him
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| When words and acts were wed
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| Some people claim to follow him
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| But themselves they just deceive
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| For his lord’s son had said,
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| «you will know who truly follows me
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| Not by what they say, but by their deeds»
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| And this church was clearly filled
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| With kind people of goodwill
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| But the angel had more time left on this night
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| And continued to search on still
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| So the angel left the parishioners
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| With their christmas meal in happy bliss
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| And returned once more to the hotel
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| To make sure that there was no one there he had missed
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| And passing by a village square
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| He heard a brass quartet
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| Whose christmas concerto in the key of g
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| He felt lighten his every step |