| At Christmas time in the steeple high
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| The bells would proudly ring
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| To tell the world of the joy and cheer
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| That Christmas day would bring
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| But one little bell in the steeple high
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| Could only pain alone and cry
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| No matter hard he try and try
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| Poor little thing he couldn’t ring at all
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| All the other bells in the steeple high
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| Saw all his lonely tears
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| And watched him tried his best to ring
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| Each Christmas through the years
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| But the little blue bell in the steeple tower
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| Just cry for Christmas pain to call
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| For like I said inspite of all
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| Poor little thing he couldn’t ring at all
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| One Christmas eve in the steeple high
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| An angle did appear
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| She smiled and said to the little blue bell
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| I’ve come to dry yours tears and on that night
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| So the story’s told, she changed the little blue bell
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| To the purest gold with the richest tone
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| To whole and whole proud little thing
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| Just hear him ring |