| So bright,
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| Jewel in the Night,
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| There in my window below.
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| So bright,
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| Dark as the night,
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| with all of our cities aglow.
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| It’s long been our way,
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| To honor this day,
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| And offer goodwill to men.
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| And though,
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| Where ever we go,
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| It’s come round to Christmas again.
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| So far,
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| Shines ever star,
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| There without limit to see.
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| So grand,
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| Faraway land,
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| Beckoning, calling to me.
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| And let it be shown,
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| Wherever we go,
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| In all of the wonders above.
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| With all that we bring,
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| There’s no finer thing,
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| Than this message, this promise of love.
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| Love for the families that gather below,
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| Love for the stranger that you’ll never know,
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| For those who are with you,
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| who wander above.
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| So bright,
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| Jewel in the Night,
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| There lies the cradle we knew.
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| Home of,
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| All that we love,
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| And all of our memories too.
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| It shall be our way to wander away,
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| to take with us all that we know,
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| And never cease,
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| This message of peace,
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| From Bethlehem so long ago. |