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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know.
Where those tree-tops glisten, And children listen
To hear sleighbells in the snow.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, With every Christmas card I write,
May your days be merry and bright, And may all your Christmases be white.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know.
May your days may your days may your days be merry and bright,
And may all your Christmases be white.
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