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Torches,
torches, run with the torches
All the way to Bethlehem!
Christ is born and now lies sleeping;
Come and sing your song to Him! (repeat)
Ah, Roro, Roro, my baby,
Ah, Roro, my love, Roro;
Sleep you well, my heart's won darling,
While we sing you our Roro.
Sing, my friends, and make you merry,
Joy and mirth and joy again;
Lo, he lives, the King of heaven,
Now and evermore. Amen.
Lo, he lives, the King of heaven,
Now and ever, evermore. Amen.
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