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| White Christmas |
| Irving Berlin |
The sun is shining, the grass is green
The orange and palm trees sway
There’s never been such a day in
Beverly Hills, L.A.
But it’s December the twenty-fourth
And I am longing to be up north
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
"May your days be merry and bright
and may all your Christmases be white"
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