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Fourth Sunday after Easter


O, poor little Jesus,
This world gonna break your heart.
There'll be no place to lay your head, my lord.
O, poor little Jesus.

O, Mary the mother,
O, Mary, she bow down and cry,
For there's no place to lay his head, my Lord.
O, poor little Jesus.

Come down, all you holy angels,
Sing round him with your golden harps,
For some day he will die to save this world.
O, poor little Jesus.
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