Mary and Joseph were watching their ?bother? Lovers with a different past, like the one that loves ?a rose? Mary is in stitches, she's tied down on the bed While Joseph plays a ukelele standing on his head Sad is the hour that saw them divided People with a common blood, parted in the name of God The father and the mother of the royal king on earth He'll only come when hearts are joined and peace rings in his berth
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