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Far from the cardboard Christmas cheer,
far from the family tree,
and tales of a child born long ago
that meant not a thing to me.

But the eastern star has winked my way,
and I followed it here to find,
the mother waiting tenderly,
and the child whose face is mine.

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I the child, and God the mother,
we the living Christmas wonder.

Loving spirit hold me tight,
on this silent and holy night.
Cradle me in your delight,
on this silent and holy night.

Here at last is the journeys end,
here is the spirit sown,
and here the birth of peace on earth,
as a heart is welcomed home.

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