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Homeless King

Called from his family at an early age
Wondering from place to place his first stage
His first son his second, him the birthright
Called from His throne to face the Earth's midnight
Wondering from place to place his first stage
Called now from eternity's endless age
His first son His second, He the birthright

Called from my family at an early age
Wondering from place to place my first stage
Through death became His first son with birthright
Called now to pass through Earth's darkest mid-night
Only few Kings have known this homelessness
Only few know the way of weariness
God's first son His second, He the birthright!

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