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ONE NIGHT.
One night God's Son was born,
A babe to weary Mary,
Who laid Him in the sweet, soft hay,
Brushed by the breathing of the stable beasts;
And some shy shepherds came from a nearby hillsides,
Well, They had seen a bright Angel in the sky,
And just like the Angel said,
They'd come to look,
And gone back and told,
Which filled a book.
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