The herald angels song
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O hark, the herald angels sing,
With words that make our spirits wing.
Their voices ring with holy light,
And banish every fear and fright.
The shepherds watch their flocks by night,
While angels dance in skies so bright.
Their song, a symphony of grace,
Guides us to our rightful place.
Let not the world's false treasures blind,
The glory of the heavens find.
For in this moment, now and here,
All doubt and darkness disappear.
So let us join the angels' song,
And praise the holy one so strong.
By Vladmir, April 14 2005
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