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A poor orphan girl named Maria |
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was walking the market one day |
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she stopped for to rest by the road side |
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where a bird with a broken wing laid |
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a few moments passed till she saw it |
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for it\'s feathers were covered with sand |
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and soon clean and rapped it was traveling |
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in the warmth of Maria\'s small hand |
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she happily gave her last paso |
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of a cage made of freshes and twine |
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she fed it loose corn from the market |
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watched it grow stronger with time |
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now the gift giving service was coming |
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and the chruch arm with tinsel and light |
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an\' all of the town folk brought presents |
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to lay by the manger that night |
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there were diamonds, incents and perfumes |
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and packages fit for a king |
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but for one raged bird in his small cage |
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Maria had nothing to bring |
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she waited till just before midnight |
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so no one would see her go in |
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and crying she knelt be the manger |
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for her gift was unworthy of him |
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then a voice spoke to her through the darkness |
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Maria what brings you to me |
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if the bird in the cage is your offering |
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open the door let me see |
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so she trembled she did as he asked her |
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an\' out of the cage the bird flew |
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soaring up into the rafters |
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on a wing that would feel good just new |
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an\' just as the midnight bells rang out |
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and the little bird started to sing |
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a song that no words could recapture |
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for its beauty was fit for a king |
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now Maria felt blessed just to listen |
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to the cascade a note sweet and long |
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as her offering was lifted to heaven |
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by the very first night in Gales song |
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