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… |