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Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie |
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Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by |
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Yet in thy dark streets shineth, the everlasting light |
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The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight. |
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For Christ is born of Mary, and gathered all above |
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While mortals sleep the angels keep their watch of wondering love |
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Oh morning stars together, proclaim thy holy birth. |
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And praises sing to God the king, and peace to men on earth. |
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Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie |
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Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by |
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Yet in thy dark streets shineth, the everlasting light |
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The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight. |
