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[NARRATION] |
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And so back at the hotel |
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Our angel again arrived |
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But this time he went up the front steps |
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Which, of course, led him inside |
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(it's one of those things that architects |
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Conveniently decide) |
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Now hotels are quite like people |
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No two exactly the same |
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And this one had such a magical past |
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The angel found himself quite entertained |
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The foyer still had an elegance |
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That the years could not disguise |
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And the shadows of christmas eves long disappeared |
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This night, still gently glided by |
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For in this hotel, here side by side |
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The past and the present dwelled |
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And the ghosts who lived here not only lived |
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They honestly, lived well |
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The lobby had a steinway piano |
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That was steeped in memories |
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And some said duke ellington's fingers |
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Still lingered on those keys |
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There was a grand palace ballroom |
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Where princesses had once waltzed |
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Whose beauty and sense of style |
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The newspapers would constantly exhault |
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The ghosts of rockefellers and vanderbilts |
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Still met at their christmas eve charity balls |
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Raising money not for themselves |
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But raising it for all |
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(and the sound of their children laughing |
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Still echoed in these halls) |
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Now these spirits of course, could not be seen |
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By any human eyes |
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But each one smiled at the angel |
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When they saw him walking by |
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And these ghosts reminded the angel |
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How every human waiting to be born, |
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And every life that had already left |
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When it was tired out and worn |
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Were connected by those alive right now |
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Which gave the living quite a trust, |
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To pass on what was best and good |
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Inside of each of us |
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Now within each guest room he heard many hearts |
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And behind each heart there was a life |
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And the angel carefully read them all |
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With the next hour of that night |
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When he reached the grand palace ballroom |
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It was behind closed mahogany doors |
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And when the angel was passing by it |
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He could hear music begin once more |
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It seemed that since this room was built |
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Musicians did permanently reside |
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And then the angel did what we all would do |
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He went to look inside |
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And there he found such a majestic orchestra |
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To please all, it would be enough |
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But then someone plugged a guitar in |
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And the volume, it crept up |
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So with a song inspired by mozart's |
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Famous "queen of the night" |
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The orchestra added the word, "winter" |
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And some notes, some fog, some lights |
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[QUEEN OF THE WINTER NIGHT] |