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AmOne mother rises G Ampulling the sheetsG from the crib Amall the disguGises Amwandering stars, whGat she did Am Amall the kings hornsG, all the kings men Am Amsaddled and worn G Amraise the dead holy and infant G Amhe came to raise uGp the dead Am
wandering wisemen what did you bring to his bed shapeless surprises incense to bring to the dead nothing is wrong, it's what she did all the kings horns and kings men nothing is wrong its what she did all the kings horns and kings men nothing is wrong its what she did all the kings horns raise the dead nothing is wrong its what she did all the kings horns