Hark the Herald Angels Sing
Saying, My name is Gabriel, I stand in the presence of 'God....
Whom seekest thou, Mary ? My Lord, while tears caressed her cheeks
His Majesty is not here, but has risen: tell the others He shall go before them
Into Babylon with Our Father's mighty Angels; and tell that fox, We cast out demons ?
There's a little black spot on the sun, today; tis the same old thing as, yesteryear
I have stood here before amid their nuclear rain; with her world turning circles at his edge
Of they've gone insane ? Martin my man, we have a dream too: Ask not what your country can do
For you rather, what you can do for your world ? This candle in the wind, never knowing whom to turn unto.
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