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Two thousand years ago,
Before a slave of Caesar,
There stood a man
That was a King.
And the slave cleansed his hands,
White over a mantel
That hid a blackened heart,
And the King was taken to his death.


Gloom hung about Calvary.
On the face of the rabble
There was gloom.
Gloom was on the earth,
Yet rejoiced were the stars
For the prestage was of peace.
The stone was rolled away,
The King came forth
And glorious was the resurrection.