| The garment of life, be it tattered and torn
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| the cloak of the soldier is withered and worn
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| But what child is this that was poverty-born
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| The peace of Christmas Day
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| The branch that bears the bright holly
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| The dove that rests in yonder tree
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| The light that shines for all to see
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| The peace of Christmas Day
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| The hope that has slumbered for two thousand years
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| The promise that silenced a thousand fears
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| A faith that can hobble an ocean of tears
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| The peace of Christmas Day
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| The branch that bears the bright holly
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| The dove that rests in yonder tree
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| The light that shines for all to see
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| The peace of Christmas Day
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| Add all the grief that people may bear
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| Total the strife, the troubles and care
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| Put them in columns and leave them right there
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| The peace of Christmas Day
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| The branch that bears the bright holly
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| The dove that rests in yonder tree
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| The light that shines for all to see
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| The peace of Christmas Day
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| The branch that bears the bright holly
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| The dove that rests in yonder tree
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| The light that shines for all to see
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| The peace of Christmas Day |