While baby Jesus
Born once again
The world goes on
Such beautiful night
And all we think is
Material things...
How much I own
How much I am worth
And people shop
They eat and drink
But no love in this
World of stone...
So the night is cold
And the star is bright
And the Angel sing
For the King is born...
While the world goes on.
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