| See the sun shining true
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| Shining right through stained glass windows
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| Pouring all the ink of rainbows 'cross the room
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| Holy green, holy blue
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| Holy gold, and red, and violet
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| Holy stillness, holy silence, holy truth
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| With wings the size of day
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| Look how the time just flies away
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| Sometimes I don’t mind, sometimes I cry
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| Sometimes in the afternoon
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| I will close my eyes and think of you
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| And even when the sky is stained with grey
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| Have a happy holiday
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| And may your star burn brighter everyday
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| Every dawn, every dusk
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| Every snowflake turns to raindrops
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| And His burning hymns all melt into a hush
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| See our love, it remains
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| And it shines through stained glass windows
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| Painting every-colored echoes on our days
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| With wings they fly away
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| Like each and every Christmas day
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| Sometimes I don’t mind, sometimes I cry
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| And sometimes in the afternoon
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| I will close my eyes and think of you
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| And even when the sky is stained with grey
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| Isn’t it a holy day
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| Such a holy happy day
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| So, happy holidays |