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What was it like?
     That first bright night,
With open air, streaming 
     Light in the dark night
The shepherds scared,
     But the sacred song rang,
Angels wings brushed light
     Gathering the lost sheep
To a stall, a place humble
     In the cold, bare and lonely
Away from all the grandeur
     Yet the song came
Loud and strong
     Sweet and full
Breaking the chains that held
     It still and silent
A song for all who gather
     To hear love born