When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow,We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago,And etched on vacant placesAre half-forgotten facesOf friends we used to cherish, and loves we used to know.
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When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow,We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago,And etched on vacant placesAre half-forgotten facesOf friends we used to cherish, and loves we used to know.
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