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 |