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The true king-sized bed,
is not the one on which I lay my head
tonight,
but the one in the cold cowshed
on Christmas night.
The true gift for both you and me,
is not the one under the tree
tonight,
but the one that was given free
on Christmas night.
The true star that shines from on high,
is unlike any I can hope to buy
tonight,
but the one that illuminated the sky
on Christmas night.
The true joy for all the earth,
is not in the merriment and mirth
tonight,
but rather in a baby's birth
on Christmas night.
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