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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas |
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Just like the ones I used to know |
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Where the treetops glisten, |
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and children listen |
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To hear sleigh bells in the snow, snow |
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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas |
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With every Christmas card I write |
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May your days be merry and bright |
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And may all your Christmases be white |
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The sun is shining |
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The grass is green |
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The orange and palm trees sway |
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There's never been such a day in old L.A. |
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But it's December the 24th |
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And I'm longing to be up north |
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So I can have my very own white Christmas |
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Oh yeah |
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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas |
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With every Christmas card I write |
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May your days be merry and bright |
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And may all your Christmases be white, yeah, be white |
