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So what’s the rush?
And what’s the fuss
Compelling us to ride?
And who’s this king
The special thing
Who’s got us starry-eyed?
Starry-eyed
So from afar
We’ve trailed this star,
Apparently a sign
Of where we’ll find
A Mastermind,
A gift from the divine
The divine
Royal Melchior
Can well afford
To celebrate this king…
But why confer
A flask of Myrrh?
The death of everything.
Of everything.
The reason why
Lies in the sky:
This Star of Bethlehem!
He shines his light
Through darkest night
His death brings life to men
Brings life to men.