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A Star, A child and Christmas Morn
A hundred million years ago I sat on long forgotten shores Looking into a deep black sky Watching, waiting, I knew not why, That day so long ago a star was born. One night two thousand years ago I sat on now forgotten knolls Looking into a deep black sky Watching, waiting, a star shone bright, That day so long ago a Child was born. Last night I thought of long ago As I stood in the frosty snow Looking into a deep black sky Watching, waiting, now knowing why, A star, a Child was born on Christmas morn.
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