| There’s not a soul out on the street
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| No footprints in the falling snow
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| The only moving thing I see is the curl of chimney smoke
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| Frost elts on the window panes and the house is getting warm
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| From the fare’s carckling flames on a quiet Christmas morn
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| Now I walked out in the silent world
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| No engines roared, no sirens whined
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| No one raced off to work through the din of honking horns
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| There was truly peace on earth on a quiet Christmas morn
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| And on a quiet Christmas morn, a child was in a stable born
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| Shepherds heard the baby cry, saw a new star in the sky
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| On a quiet Christmas morn
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| The hustle stops and the bustle stills
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| On this day all is calm
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| Forgiving kindness and goodwill soothes like a healing balm
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| The hardest heart is softened by the blessing that was born
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| When the gift of grace was offered on a quiet Christmas morn
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| And on a quiet Christmas morn, a child was in a stable born
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| Shepherds heard the baby cry, saw a new star in the sky
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| On a quiet Christmas morn
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| Shepherds heard the baby cry, saw a new star in the sky
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| On a quiet Christmas morn |