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The sun is shining |
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The grass is green |
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The oranges, the palm trees sway |
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There's never been such a day |
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In Beverly |
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Hills, LA |
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But it's December, the twenty-fourth |
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And I'm longing to be up north |
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I'm dreaming of a white |
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Christmas |
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Just like the ones |
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I used to know |
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Where the treetops glisten and children listen |
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To hear sleigh bells in the snow |
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I'm dreaming of a white |
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Christmas |
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With every |
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Christmas card |
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I write May your days be merry and bright |
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And may all your |
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Christmases be white |
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I'm dreaming of a white |
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Christmas |
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With every |
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Christmas card |
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I write May your days be merry and bright |
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And may all your |
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Christmases be white |
