| And though his time was growing strained
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| He could not walk away from this soul in pain
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| For in the dark he had now seen
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| The bleeding of this wound extreme
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| So along the snow covered sidewalk
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| The angel did carefully step
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| Following the trail of blood drops
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| Combined with tears that had never been wept
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| And then he saw the businessman
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| Who had been grumbling about this night
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| And he wondered how that man had carried this wound
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| So long throughout his life
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| He watched the man walk past the church
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| Where a song seemed to reach out for him
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| But the man just walked right past it And would not let it in In a stable
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| In a manger
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| In the cold winter’s air
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| In the arms of his mother
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| A child’s lying there
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| In a city
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| In a village
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| Though the years have gone by The child still remains
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| With the dream still close by And each year on this night that child reawakens
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| And each year on this night that hope rebegins
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| That the dream he has offered might one day be taken
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| For the sake of our brother
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| For the child who’s forgotten
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| For the dream that is still lying there
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| O' come all ye faithful
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| Joyful and triumphant
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| O' come ye, o' come ye To bethlehem
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| Come and adore him
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| Born the king of angels
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| O' come let us adore him
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| O' come let us adore him
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| O' come let us adore him
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| Christ the lord
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| In a stable
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| In a manger
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| In the cold winter’s air
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| In the arms of his mother a child’s lying there |