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Across the snow the Silver Bells Come near and yet more near; Each Day and Night, each Night and Day They tinkle soft and clear. 'Tis Father Christmas on his way Across the winter Snows; While on his sleigh the Silver Bells Keep chiming as he goes. I listen for them in the Night, I listen all the Day, I think these merry Silver Bells Are long, long on the way!
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