| Another year has come and past
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| Like moments through an hourglass
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| And at the end of this year’s trail
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| An offering, a final tale
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| Of love, long lost
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| And then refound
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| And the child by which
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| Those dreams were bound
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| Of a dusty hotel
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| That was long past old
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| And the shadows and the memories
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| Its hallways still hold
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| For things that are old
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| Have the best tales to tell
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| And usually,
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| They tell them well
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| And so it’s here, my dear children
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| That our story truly starts
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| When the lord sent once more to the earth
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| An angel, with a childlike heart
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| And on this night his mission was
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| To find somewhere on this earth
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| That human that best reflected his son
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| And carried on his work
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| And since this mission from his lord
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| Had to be completed on this one night
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| The angel quickly unfolded his wings
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| And towards the earth took flight
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| And this night, in case you have not guessed
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| Was once more christmas eve
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| When snow and light and angels' flights
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| All together weave
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| But of the angel’s instructions
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| There was one thing more
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| That would make this journey to the earth
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| Harder than all the ones before
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| For the lord had also told the angel
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| That he could only use his wings twice this christmas eve
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| Once when he descended to the earth
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| And once more when he would leave
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| (not unlike ourselves some think,
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| Or at least so i believe)
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| Now this put quite a complication
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| In what the angel planned
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| For now he had to choose most carefully
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| Exactly where he would land
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| He needed to find a single place
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| That would represent all mankind
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| But humans were such a varied lot
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| Such a place would surely be hard to find
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| A single place where there would be
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| Humans of every race and creed
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| The rich and poor, the thrilled and bored
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| The failures with those who succeed
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| But after a few moments
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| Carefully placed in thought
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| The answer appeared in the angel’s mind
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| The city called new york
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| And as he neared that city
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| Where all those souls did dwell
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| He felt himself being drawn towards
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| An old, rundown hotel
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| For in a city that usually had
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| Guards at nearly every single door
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| This one just had a sign that said «vacancies,
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| There is always room for one more»
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| Now why the angel decided to stop there
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| He could not quite say the reason
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| But he thought the sign upon that hotel
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| Somehow fit the sentiment of this season
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| Now even after all these years
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| The building was still a work of art
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| And though some facade had crumbled here and there
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| Most still had their parts
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| The walls were made of granite
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| Not aluminum or steel
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| And every pillar and ballistrade
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| Still had its artist’s feel
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| Every gutter had a gargoyle
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| Every gargoyle had its wings
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| For angels can appreciate
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| Other flying things
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| So he landed on a cathedral roof
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| Across the street from that hotel
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| And looked down upon the world below
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| Where all those souls did dwell
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| And sitting on that rooftop
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| With his friend the winter wind
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| He gazed carefully at that scene below
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| As he slowly took it in
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| On a street in the night
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| In the cold winter’s light
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| A child stands alone and she’s waiting
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| And the light that’s out there
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| It just hangs in the air
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| As if it was just hesitating
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| And the snow it comes down
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| And it muffles the sound
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| Of dreams on their way to tomorrow
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| And when they appear
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| This night will hold them near
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| For where they will lead
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| She will follow
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| For here in this city of lights
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| This evening awakens
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| The dreams that it might
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| The winter it conjures
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| The spells it will weave
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| The snow gently covers the ground
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| Christmas eve
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| In this scene
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| On this night
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| There’s an ancient hotel
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| Where shadows they do tend to wander
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| And the ghosts that live here
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| Hold each moment so dear
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| For time’s not a thing one should squander
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| And they recount their sand
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| As it runs through their hand
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| And examine each moment for meaning
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| It can be wished upon
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| Till the moment it’s gone
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| Like day disappears into evening
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| For here in this city of lights
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| This evening awakens
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| The dreams that it might
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| The winter it conjures
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| The moment is seized
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| The snow gently covers the ground
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| Christmas eve
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| Merry christmas
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| Merry christmas
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| Merry christmas
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| Merry christmas
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| Christmas
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| Christmas
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| Christmas
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| Christmas
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| Through this night
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| The dream still wanders
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| As it was meant to be
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| And every year this night grows fonder
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| Of children and circumstance
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| Caught in this childhood dance
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| As the world turns around
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| Keeping dreams on the ground
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| Windows of frosted ice
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| Prisming candlelight
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| And somehow we
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| Start to believe
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| In the night and the dream
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| As it cuts through the noise
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| With the whisper of snow
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| As it starts to deploy
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| In the depths of a night
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| That’s about to begin
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| With the feeling of snow
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| As it melts on your skin
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| And it covers the land
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| With a dream so intense
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| That it returns us all
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| To a child’s innocence
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| And then what you’d thought lost
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| And could never retrieve
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| Is suddenly there to be found
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| On christmas eve
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| On christmas eve
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| On christmas… |