| Angels we have heard on high
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| Sweetly singing o’er the plains
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| And the mountains in reply
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| Echoing their joyous strains
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh…
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| Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
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| THE NEXT LETTER THAT SHE FOUND
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| WAS BY A RIBBON GENTLY BOUND
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| TO THE KEY FOR A SMALL MUSIC BOX
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| AND SHE PLACED THAT KEY INTO ITS LOCK
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| AND THE MELODY THAT IT HAD LEARNED
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| ONCE AGAIN BEGAN TO TURN
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| AND AS THAT TUNE IT FILLED THE AIR
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| SHE OPENED THE LETTER THAT WAS THERE
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| AND THAT LETTER CONTAINED A NEWS CLIPPING
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| ABOUT A MAN WITH MANY THINGS
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| IN HIS WORLD, A GREAT SUCCESS
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| AND WHERE HE LIVED, THE BEST ADDRESS
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| HIS HAPPY LIFE THE WORLD DID KNOW
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| BECAUSE THE PAPERS TOLD US SO
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| BUT THE ANGEL HE COULD CLEARLY SEE
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| THAT ALL WAS NOT AS IT APPEARED TO BE
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| FOR ON THIS NIGHT AS SNOW CLOUDS GATHERED
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| THAT MAN WONDERED IF THAT ALL REALLY MATTERED
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| AND ON THIS NIGHT INSIDE HIS HOME
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| HE REALIZED THAT HE WAS ALONE
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| AND HE ASKED HIMSELF WHAT HIS LIFE HAD MEANT
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| HOW ALL THESE YEARS THEY HAD BEEN SPENT
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| AND HOW HE COULD FEEL HIS LIFE SUCH A WASTE
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| WHEN HE HAD EVERY DREAM THAT HE HAD CHASED
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| BUT THEN THE ANGEL WHISPERED IN HIS EAR
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| AND IN HIS MIND THE MAN HEARD CLEAR
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| TELL ME ONE WISH THAT YOU HAVE GRANTED
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| TELL ME ONE LIFE YOU’VE ENCHANTED
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| TELL ME ONE OF THESE THINGS THAT YOU HAVE DONE
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| BUT THE MAN COULD NOT RECALL A SINGLE ONE
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| HE WAS CLOSE TO NO ONE, THIS THING HE DID KNOW
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| WELL THERE WAS ONE PERSON, BUT THAT WAS LONG AGO
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| AND THOUGHT THAT SOMEONE
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| HAD BEEN FAR MORE THAN A FRIEND
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| IT WAS FAR TOO LATE TO EVER GO BACK TO HER AGAIN |