| SOMEWHERE IN THE UNIVERSE
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| BETWEEN THIS NIGHT AND GOD
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| AN ANGEL SAT UPON A STAR
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| WHILE THINKING VERY HARD
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| TO RETURN ONCE MORE TO THE EARTH
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| HE HAD BEEN ASSIGNED
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| AND A SINGLE GIFT FOR ALL OF MAN
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| HE WAS TO LEAVE BEHIND
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| BUT THIS GIFT THAT HE WAS TO LEAVE
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| COULD NOT BE TAKEN FROM THE HEAVENLY COURT
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| AND HOW COULD HE LEAVE SOMETHING BEHIND
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| IF NOTHING COULD BE BROUGHT
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| NOW THIS WAS QUITE A PUZZLE
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| AND HE KNEW NOT HOW TO START
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| WHEN HE SUDDENLY FELT A PRAYER FROM A CHILD
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| REACH DEEP INTO HIS HEART
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| AND THOUGHT HIS TIME WAS LIMITED
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| TO THIS ONE NIGHT OF THE YEAR
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| HE COULD NOT IGNORE THIS CHILD’S REQUEST
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| SO HE DECIDED HE WOULD START HERE
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| FOR THOUGH THIS NIGHT WAS CHRISTMAS EVE
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| AND DREAMS WERE ALL ABOUT
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| SOMEWHERE DOWN BELOW ON EARTH
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| HE HAD FELT THIS CHILD BEGIN TO DOUBT
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| A CHILD WHO SHOULD HAVE BEEN ASLEEP
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| INSTEAD WAS CLIMBING ATTIC STAIRS
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| WITH HER SOLITARY CANDLE
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| AND A SINGLE CHRISTMAS PRAYER
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| NOW, WHEN ANGELS THEY ARE CALLED
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| THEY RARELY JUST APPEAR
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| BUT MORE OFTEN THAN NOT
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| THEY GENTLY WHISPER IN ONE’S EAR
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| AND WHEN THEY WHISPER TO A CHILD
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| ON NIGHTS WHEN SNOW STILL GLISTENS
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| THE CHANCES ARE MUCH STRONGER STILL
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| THAT, THAT CHILD, WILL LISTEN
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| SO IN THIS ROOM WHERE SHADOWS LIVE
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| AND GHOSTS THAT FAILED LEARN TIME FORGIVES
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| WELCOME FRIENDS, PLEASE STAY AWHILE
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| OUR STORY STARTS WITH ONE SMALL CHILD
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| WHO SPENDS THIS NIGHT IN AN ATTIC DARK
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| WHERE DREAMS ARE STORED LIKE SLEEPING HEARTS
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| NOW, IF YOU WONDER WHY THIS CHILD IS HERE
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| WITH ALL ASLEEP AND CHRISTMAS NEAR
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| SHE’S COME UP HERE TO LOOK FOR TRUTH
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| IN THIS PLACE CLOSEST TO THE ROOF
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| FOR SHE HAD HEARD FROM FRIENDS WHO FEEL
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| THAT NOTHING ON THIS NIGHT IS REAL
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| THAT NO ADULTS TRULY BELIEVE
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| IN ALL THESE THINGS OF CHRISTMAS EVE
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| THIS NIGHT THAT SEEMS TO CAST A SPELL
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| IN THE SAME WORLD, JUST TINSELED WELL
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| AND AS SHE LAY IN BED THAT NIGHT
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| SHE WONDERED IF THEY MIGHT BE RIGHT
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| AND SHE WONDERED THEN WHO SHE MIGHT ASK
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| ABOUT THIS QUESTION THAT HAD BEEN CAST
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| FOR ADULTS, SHE HAD BEEN TOLD, YOU SEE
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| ARE PART OF THIS CONSPIRACY
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| BUT IN HER MIND BECOMING CLEAR
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| THE SHADOW OF A CHILD’S IDEA
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| THERE WAS ONE WHOSE PRESENCE ALONE
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| WOULD RECONFIRM WHAT SHE HAD KNOWN
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| BUT THIS MAN, HE WAS SO RARELY SEEN
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| FOR HE ONLY ARRIVED WHEN CHILDREN DREAMED
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| BUT IF WHAT SHE HAD BELIEVED WAS RIGHT
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| HE SHOULD APPEAR THIS VERY NIGHT
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| SO ON THIS NIGHT WITH SO MUCH AT STAKE
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| SHE’S DETERMINED THAT SHE WOULD STAY AWAKE
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| BUT THEN A PROBLEM CAME TO MIND
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| IT SEEMS THAT FATE HAD NOT BEEN KIND
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| FOR THEIR CHIMNEY HAD BEEN CLOSED THAT YEAR
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| SOME BRICKS MIGHT FALL, HER FATHER FEARED
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| SO SHE HAD DEVISED ANOTHER PLAN
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| TO HEAR WHEN ON THE ROOF HE LANDS
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| SO WITH THE GHOSTS LEFT HERE BY FATE
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| UPON THIS NIGHT SHE SITS AND WAITS
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| NOW AS I’M SURE YOU ALL MUST KNOW
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| WHEN ONE IS WAITING, TIME MOVES SLOW
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| AND AS SHE WONDERED WHAT TO DO
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| (HER OPTIONS SEEMING FAR TOO FEW)
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| THE ANGEL CAUSED THAT CHILD TO LOOK
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| BEHIND A YELLOWED PILE OF BOOKS
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| AMONG THESE MEMORIES DISGUISED AS JUNK
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| SHE NOTICED THERE A WELL WORN TRUNK
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| IT WAS FILLED WITH TOYS AND ONE OLD WREATH
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| AND SEVERAL LETTERS UNDERNEATH
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| SOME ORNAMENTS, A HAND RUNG PHONE
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| AND RECORDS WITH A GRAMOPHONE
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| A MIX OF LONG FORGOTTEN WORDS
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| WITH MELODIES NO LONGER HEARD
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| ALL THREADS OF LONG FORGOTTEN LIVES
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| BUT HERE SOMEHOW THEY HAD SURVIVED
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| THESE LETTERS THAT HAD CAUGHT HER EYE
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| NOW IN HER HANDS THEY SEEMED ALIVE
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| AND AS EACH LETTER SHE UNSEALED
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| A SMALL PIECE OF THE PAST WAS REVEALED
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| FOR CHRISTMAS WEAVES A LIFE LONG SPELL
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| AND MOST OF ALL REMEMBERS WELL
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| AND AS THE CHILD EXPLORED THE PAST
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| ONCE AGAIN THAT SPELL WAS CAST
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| AND AS THE CHILD BEGAN TO READ
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| UPON THIS NIGHT OF CHRISTMAS EVE
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| THE ANGEL’S PLAN, AS YOU CAN TELL
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| IT WAS ALREADY WORKING WELL
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| SO AS THE GHOSTS GENTLY ARISE
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| IN OUT FIRST SONG WE’LL SUMMARIZE
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| In this room where shadows live
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| And ghosts that failed learn time forgives
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| Welcome, friends, please stay awhile
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| Our story starts with one small child
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| Who spends this night in attics dark
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| Where dreams are stored like sleeping hearts
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| And so it’s here that they must wait
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| Till someone wishes them awake
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| For somewhere on this night of nights
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| She’s looking to believe
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| Here among the ghosts on Christmas Eve
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| And there near an old looking glass
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| There was a trunk from Christmas past
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| That she had somehow missed before
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| But now decides she will explore
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| 'Twas filled with toys and one old wreath
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| And several letters underneath
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| So as the evening hours leave
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| The child sat down and started to read
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| For somewhere on this night of nights
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| She’s looking to believe
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| Here among the ghosts on Christmas Eve
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| On Christmas Eve
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| On Christmas Eve |