| The night was black and velvet
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| The stars were all around
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| A stranger landed lightly on the frosty ground
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| His eyes were wide with wonder
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| Filled with stars and space
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| He’d searched the heavens over
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| Till he found this place
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| A sweet and snowy carol echoed in his ears
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| A song so faint and distant, so strong it drew him here
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| Here is Christmas come inside
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| Here is Christmas far and wide
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| A thousand candles burning bright
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| Here is Christmas shining in our eyes
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| He wandered through the city
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| Lost in the shopping crowds
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| People rushing people pushing
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| He watched without a sound
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| Cash machines were singing about the biggest year
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| But above this strange confusion
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| The carol still rang clear
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| Then he saw a raggedy man with an ancient mandolin
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| And he knew he’d found the answer when the song began again
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| Here is Christmas come inside
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| Here is Christmas far and wide
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| A million candles burning bright
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| Here is Christmas shining in our eyes |