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It was high, high on a hill |
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Where she'd go at night |
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And stand in the snow-covered field |
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Looking across the lake |
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To lights in town |
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Glad to be alive |
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Glad to be alive |
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Glad to be alive |
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A still winter's night |
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With Christmas stars |
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Shining so bright |
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And the wind knew her song |
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So he cried and sang along |
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Glad to be alive |
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Glad to be alive |
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Glad to be alive |
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A still winter's night |
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With Christmas stars |
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Shining so bright |
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And the wind knew her song |
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So he cried and sang along |
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Glad to be alive |
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Glad to be alive |
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Glad to be alive |
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Glad to be alive |
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Glad to be alive |
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Glad to be alive |
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Glad to be alive |
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Glad to be alive |
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So gladTo be |
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Alive |
