| In the night
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| Was the dark
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| In the dark
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| Was the dream
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| In the dream
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| Was the Child
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| And myself
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| There unseen
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| In the book was the word
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| In the word there was truth
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| In the truth there was age
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| In the age there was youth
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| And I said to the Child
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| Do your hands they still bleed
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| After all of this time
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| Do you think there’s still need
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| But the Child only smiled
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| And said not a word
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| And the snow it came down
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| As if it hadn’t heard
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| And all that night the snow came down
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| To heal the scars our lives had found
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| And the dreams that lay broken
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| And there upon a bridge of dreams
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| Across the night we walked unseen
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| With no words ever spoken
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| And then on through that night
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| We did walk for a while
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| And our steps turned to blocks
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| And the blocks turned to miles
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| Then we followed a path
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| For as far as we could
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| Till we found ourselves there
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| In an evergreen woods
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| There were thousands of candles
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| Upon every tree
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| It was beautiful
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| But there was one mystery
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| For with all of those candles
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| You must understand
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| That the only one lit
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| Was now in that Child’s hand
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| And there upon that Christmas scene
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| The candle wax of melted dreams
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| And the years they had taken
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| And as the snow did gently fall
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| He one by one relit them all
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| Till each dream was awakened
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| And there to that light
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| That young Child showed to me
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| All the things that he dreamt
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| All the things that might be
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| How for everything given
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| That something was gained
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| Strike one match in the dark
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| And all the world’s not the same
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| And then I asked that Child
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| Why this night has a star
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| And he said, «So we’d know
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| That we could see that far»
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| And these candles are wed
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| To that distant star’s light
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| And it all came to be
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| Upon that long winter’s night
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| That long winter’s night
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| That long winter’s night
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| That long winter’s night
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| And when I awoke, well the Child he was gone
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| But somewhere in my mind
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| I believe he lives on
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| And somewhere in my life
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| Between here and the end
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| On a long winter’s night
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| I will dream him again
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| Then she noticed on some Christmas cards
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| A reddish purple stain
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| Where someone had spilled some Christmas wine
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| And there it had remained
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| Until the heat from a radiator
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| Whistling in the air
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| Had caused it to evaporate
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| Into an angel’s share |