A Star shines brightly high
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To tell a King is nigh,
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But Mary holds a baby,
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No sound he makes, no cry.
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She lays him in a manger,
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This night he first is born,
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To keep him safe from danger,
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All on a Christmas morn.
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She lullabyes so soft, so low,
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She sees the crown and the thorn
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She sings of how she loves him so,
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But still her heart is torn, forlorn,
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All on a Christmas morn.
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And while your babe is asleep,
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Why, Mary do you weep?
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His path you see to Calvary.
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You see his wounds so deep:
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You shoulder now his Cross,
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This night he first is born,
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You gave him birth to die for us,
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All on a Christmas morn.
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She lullabyes so soft, so low,
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She sees the crown and the thorn
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She sings of how she loves him so,
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But still her heart is torn...
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She lullabyes so soft, so low,
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She sees the crown and the thorn
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She sings of how she loves him so,
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But still her heart is torn, forlorn,
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All on a Christmas morn...
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All on a Christmas morn.
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Mary's Lament
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| Secret Garden |
