From a lowly Cattle Shed
To tears of affection shed;
The world is a manger
And you, and I, her magi.
I’ll spare my frankincense
If you can lose your gold
Knowin’ you, knowin’ me’ll be our myrrh
Take my hand, drink of our essences
As we witness the inevitable unfold
To knead hearts of stone, spill love waiting there.
Eneh
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