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One day I saw a man |
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Dressed in rags, with a staff in his hand |
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Begging for a penny to survive |
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How poor a man can be |
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I gave him hospitality |
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A room, a bed and lots of food to eat |
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Still I hear his last few words |
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"I can never return what you've done |
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Heaven will remember and repay" |
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Fifty years had gone since I saw him |
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I was dying and I'd soon be dead |
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Three angels stood in front of my bed |
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The first one she said to me, don't be afraid |
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I will give you immortality, and grace for your soul |
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The second had eyes of gold, she gave me my wings |
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The third gave all wisdom, and angel could give |
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To me |
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One day I saw a man |
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Dressed in rags, with a staff in his hand |
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Begging for a penny to survive |
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How poor a man can be |
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I gave him hospitality |
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A room, a bed and lots of food to eat |
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I joined with my destiny, eternally |
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I knew I was born again, an angel to be |
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A vision beyond my dreams, called me by name |
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So in devotion I spread my wings, to heaven I had came |
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To stay |
