We three kings of orient are Bearing gifts we travel so far Field and fountain moor and mountain Following yonder star Born a baby on Bethlehem's plain Gold we bring to crown Him a King King forever ceasing never Over us all to reign O star of wonder, star of light Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading still proceedings Guide us to thy perfect light Frankincense to offer have I Incense owns a deity nigh Prayer and praising all men raising Worship him God on high Myrrh is mine: its bitter perfume Breathes a life of gathering gloom Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding dying Sealed in the stone-cold tombىيىق ۉيدۅ سىيىنۇۇ ۇعۇلات Скажи гордыне "нет" Под горой смоковница растет Чюнкю Танръ Дюняйъ Sa nu laşi creştine Ходайның Рәсуле туды С рождеством ياللي بتسند القلوب ఎన్ని తలచినా ఏది lyl ạlʿsẖạ ạlsry
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