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My heart is overwhelmed with the burden of what is to come.
Death or life non can declare,
For our hands are tight in that which we love doing.
I'm in regret for creating man,

The declaration of the creator in reaction to our acts.
Daily atonements is disgust to his smell,
Making a need for a supper atonement to be made.
Who can go to the world and die for its sin?

And here comes the lamb to say here I am send me.
From a virgin our redemption arrived,
Not like ours that's tested and certified before the bliss.
For unto us a child is born.

... And his name shall be Emmanuel.
Hmmm,
Many his birth they wanted from the crown,
While through the meager the joy of the world appeared.

With the smile of the stars the wise visited with gifts,
Not in our days that charity is clone.
This our hearts yearly merry for the birth of the lamb,
Yet we are lust in the merry to forget the aim of his birth.

Christ the saviour is born,
Christ the saviour is born!

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