| Remember last Christmas Eve
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| When we sat next to our first tree
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| Ornaments reflected light
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| Of a candle in the night
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| And I gave you a music box
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| Back then that seemed like so much
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| We watched it go round and round
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| As the melodies unwound
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| But all these things are now long gone
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| And not to be wished upon again
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| But the musical box continues to turn
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| The candle in the window continues to burn
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| But I know they’re just memories
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| Like Christmas past and you and me
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| Remember that old fireplace
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| That held the room in warm embrace
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| And as we watched for Christmas ghosts
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| The fire held the shadows close
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| But now upon that Christmas scene
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| The candle wax of melted dreams
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| And ornaments of shattered glass
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| Now belonging to the past
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| But all these things are now long gone
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| And not to be wished upon again
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| But the musical box continues to turn
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| The candle in the window continues to burn
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| But I know they’re just memories
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| Like Christmas past and you and me |