| And so back at the hotel
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| Our angel again arrived
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| But this time he went up the front steps
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| Which, of course, led him inside
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| (it's one of those things that architects
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| Conveniently decide)
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| Now hotels are quite like people
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| No two exactly the same
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| And this one had such a magical past
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| The angel found himself quite entertained
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| The foyer still had an elegance
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| That the years could not disguise
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| And the shadows of christmas eves long disappeared
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| This night, still gently glided by
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| For in this hotel, here side by side
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| The past and the present dwelled
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| And the ghosts who lived here not only lived
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| They honestly, lived well
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| The lobby had a steinway piano
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| That was steeped in memories
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| And some said duke ellington’s fingers
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| Still lingered on those keys
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| There was a grand palace ballroom
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| Where princesses had once waltzed
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| Whose beauty and sense of style
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| The newspapers would constantly exhault
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| The ghosts of rockefellers and vanderbilts
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| Still met at their christmas eve charity balls
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| Raising money not for themselves
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| But raising it for all
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| (and the sound of their children laughing
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| Still echoed in these halls)
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| Now these spirits of course, could not be seen
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| By any human eyes
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| But each one smiled at the angel
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| When they saw him walking by
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| And these ghosts reminded the angel
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| How every human waiting to be born
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| And every life that had already left
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| When it was tired out and worn
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| Were connected by those alive right now
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| Which gave the living quite a trust
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| To pass on what was best and good
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| Inside of each of us
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| Now within each guest room he heard many hearts
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| And behind each heart there was a life
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| And the angel carefully read them all
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| With the next hour of that night
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| When he reached the grand palace ballroom
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| It was behind closed mahogany doors
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| And when the angel was passing by it
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| He could hear music begin once more
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| It seemed that since this room was built
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| Musicians did permanently reside
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| And then the angel did what we all would do
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| He went to look inside
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| And there he found such a majestic orchestra
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| To please all, it would be enough
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| But then someone plugged a guitar in
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| And the volume, it crept up
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| So with a song inspired by mozart’s
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| Famous «queen of the night»
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| The orchestra added the word, «winter»
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| And some notes, some fog, some lights |