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Speaker 1: Christmas eighteen eighty four. Though in my heart no Christmas glee,
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Speaker 1: though my songbird be dumb, Jesus, it is enough for
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Speaker 1: me that thou art come. What though the loved be
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Speaker 1: scattered far, few at the board appear in thee O Lord,
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Speaker 1: they gathered are, and thou art here. And if our
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Speaker 1: hearts be low with lack, they are not therefore numb.
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Speaker 1: Not always will thy day come back, Thyself will come