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There's an old Christmas card in an old dusty trunk |
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And it brings back sweet memories dear to me |
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'Though it's faded and worn, it's as precious as the morn |
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When I found it 'neath our first Christmas tree |
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I thrill with every word, every line |
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Guess I'm always sentimental 'round this time |
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Pardon me if a tear falls among my Christmas cheer |
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It's the memory of an old Christmas card |
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You know, I don't know why I get to feeling sentimental |
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About this time, every year |
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But every time I see a Christmas card |
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I somehow can't help reminiscing |
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About the very first Christmas that you and I spent together |
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What a beautiful Christmas card you gave me that year |
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Why I know you must have looked through thousands of cards |
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To find that wonderful poem that still brings a tear to my eyes |
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I thrill with every word, every line |
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Guess I'm always sentimental 'round this time |
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Pardon me if a tear falls among my Christmas cheer |
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It's the memory of an old Christmas card |
