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The garment of life, be it tattered and torn |
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The cloak of the soldier is withered and worn |
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But what child is this that was poverty born |
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The peace of Christmas Day |
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The branch that bears the bright holly |
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The dove that rests in yonder tree |
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The light that shines for all to see |
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The peace of Christmas Day |
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The hope that has slumbered for 2000 years |
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The promise that silenced a 1000 fears |
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A faith that can hobble an ocean of tears |
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The peace of Christmas Day |
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The branch that bears the bright holly |
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The dove that rests in yonder tree |
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The light that shines for all to see |
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The peace of Christmas Day |
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Add all the grief that people may bear |
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Total the strife, the troubles and care |
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Put them in columns and leave them right there |
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The peace of Christmas Day |
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The branch that bears the bright holly |
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The dove that rests in yonder tree |
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The light that shines for all to see |
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The peace of Christmas Day |
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The branch that bears the bright holly |
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The dove that rests in yonder tree |
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The light that shines for all to see |
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The peace of Christmas Day |