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HE WAS BORN
For He was born in a stable
Not where kings normally appear
But the star shone brightly
And a route it did steer
A crib of love was waiting
And wise men trekked a path
Giving Him gifts
From the wealth that they hath
A special baby was this
As sweet Mary looked on
The birth of a saviour
But to her a warm son
In that hallowed infant
To all mankind a saviour made
Blessed be that day
The deliverer of praise
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