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A meeting was held far from earth, It's time again for another birth.Said the Angels to the Lord above.
"We must create a child everyone will love."Full of happiness and full of joy/Nobody could hurt this little boy.
His eyes so blue his hair so brown.He never will wear a frown.But time will change and so will he,Then God will take him out to sea.
But Heavens very special child willcome again.And when he does you will know when.For he'll make everything new with nothing old,And the streets will be made of gold |
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