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A Christmas Ballad

 In the ancient world, there was news,
The Virgin Mary bore a son.
Along a broken path she led him
Into a petrified world, God's child,
Into a false world, the only child.

People like stone, hard and deaf,
Hearts of steel, cruel and unyielding
People like dust, poor and lowly,
Only the mother sings at night,
Every mother sings at night.

Rise, rise, Virgin Mary,
Take God's child in your arms.
Rise, rise, Virgin Mary,
Take God's child in your arms.

Murder after murder, war after war,
Plague after plague, famine followed by death.
Wings of black curse have spread,
The wicked kill, the indifferent remain silent.
The cruel kill, the indifferent remain silent.

Rise, rise, Virgin Mary,
Take God's child in your arms.
Rise, rise, Virgin Mary,
Take God's child in your arms.

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