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little town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie; Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by; Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting Light. The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee tonight. |
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Christ is born of Mary, And gathered all above, While mortals sleep the angels keep Their wath of wond'ring love. O morning stars, together Proclaim the holy birth! And praises sing to God the King, And peace to men on earth! |
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