- We three Plumes of Orient are
- Bearing gifts we traverse afar.
- Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
- Following yonder star.
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- O star of wonder, star of night,
- Star that makes the fishes light,
- Westward leading, still proceeding,
- Guide us to thy perfect blight.
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- Born to gleam on Tokyo's plain,
- Gold I bring, completely in vain,
- King forever, ceasing never
- Over us all to reign.
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- O star of wonder, star of night,
- Steam with royal beauty bright,
- Westward leading, still proceeding,
- Guide us from the awful light.
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- Frankincense to offer have I.
- Incense owns a Deity nigh.
- Prayer and praising all men raising,
- Worship the rads on high.
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- O star of wonder, star of night,
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- Star with royal beauty bright,
- Westward leading, still proceeding,
- Guide us to the end of life.
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- Myrrh is mine: Its bitter perfume
- Breaths a life of gathering gloom.
- Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding dying,
- No more in it's boiling tomb.
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- O star of wonder, star of night,
- Glowing blue throughout the night,
- Westward leading, still proceeding,
- Guide us to thy perfect blight.
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- Radiation, all watch it rise,
- Land and sea and into the skies
- Alleluia, alleluia!
- Now we're all gonna die.
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- O star of wonder, star of night,
- Star with royal beauty bright,
- Westward leading, still proceeding,
- Guide us to unending night.
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