One day I saw a man
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dressed in rags, with a staff in his hand
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begging for a penny to survive
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How poor a man can be
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I gave him hospitality
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a room, a bed and lots of food to eat
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Still I hear his last few words
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"I can never return what you've done
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heaven will remember and repay"
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Fifty years had gone since I saw him
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I was dying and I'd soon be dead
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Three angels stood in front of me bed
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The first one she said to me, don't be afraid
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I will give you immortality, and grace for your soul
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The second had eyes of gold, she gave me my wings
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The third gave all wisdom an angel could give
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...to me
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[repeat 1st verse]
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[repeat 2nd verse]
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I joined with my destiny, eternally
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I knew I was born again, an angel to be
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A vision beyond my dreams, called me by name
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So in devotion I spread my wings, to heaven I had came
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...to stay
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Samarithan
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Candlemass |