| Lo, how a Rose e’er blooming
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| From tender stem hath sprung!
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| Of Jesse’s lineage coming
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| By ancient sibyls sung
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| A rose doth bear a flower
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| All in the cold midwinter
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| And at the midnight hour
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| And he waits for who to find
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| The heart she left behind
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| And he prays she’ll find her way
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| To be his bride someday
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| Ivy
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| Of all the trees in the wood
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| Holly wants/woos the Rose
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| Holly and the Ivy
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| When they are both full grown
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| Of all the trees in the wood
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| Holly bears the crown
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| Holly and the Ivy
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| The running of the deer
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| For his Rose to bloom
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| Holly waits every year
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| He waits for who to find
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| The heart she left behind
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| He prays she’ll find her way
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| To be his bride someday
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| Ivy
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| Of all the trees in the wood
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| Holly wants/woos the Rose
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| Holly and the Ivy
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| When they are both full grown
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| Of all the trees in the wood
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| Holly bears the crown
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| The holly and the Ivy
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| The running of the deer
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| For his Rose to bloom
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| Holly waits every year
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| For his Rose to bloom
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| Holly waits every year
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| Waits every year
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| Lo, how a Rose e’er blooming
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| From tender stem hath sprung!
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| The frozen air perfuming
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| That tiny bloom doth swell
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| Its rays the night illuming
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| The darkness quite dispel
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| O flower beyond compare
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| Bloom in our heart’s midwinter
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| Restore the springtime here. |