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worked it out
        one moment at a time
the star keeps on going forward
        and hovers over my head
no animals gather
        no kings come bearing gifts
the manger is filled with only hay
        but i've worked it out
i'm here and i'm supposed to be
        and being is what i'm supposed
to do     one moment at a time

     

Copyright 2005 by James Downs