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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 seen such a day |
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In Beverly Hills L.A. |
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But it's December the 24th |
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And I am longing to be up North. |
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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 tree tops glisten, |
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And children listen |
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To hear sleigh bells in the 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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Yes |
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I'm dreaming of that white Christmas |
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There's nothing like |
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That newly fallen snow |
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Treetops glisten, |
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And children all listen |
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Hear some sleigh bells in the snow. |
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You know it's so |
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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 |
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May every Christmas Day be |
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May all your Christmases |
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Be any color you like |
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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. |
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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, |
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Merry and bright. |
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And may all your Christmases be |
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May all your Christmases be |
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May all your Christmases be white |
