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Still, still, still, |
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One can hear the falling snow. |
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For all is hushed, |
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The world is sleeping, |
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Holy Star its vigil keeping. |
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Still, still, still, |
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One can hear the falling snow. |
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Sleep, sleep, sleep, |
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'Tis the eve of our Saviour's birth. |
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The night is peaceful all around you, |
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Close your eyes, |
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Let sleep surround you. |
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Sleep, sleep, sleep, |
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'Tis the eve of our Saviour's birth. |
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Dream, dream, dream, |
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Of the joyous day to come. |
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While guardian angels without number, |
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Watch you as you sweetly slumber. |
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Dream, dream, dream, |
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Of the joyous day to come. |
