White Christmas

The
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sun is shin
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ing, the
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grass is green
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The
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orange and
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palm trees
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sway
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There's
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never been
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such a
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day
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In
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Beverly
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Hills, L.
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But it's De
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cember the twenty
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fourth
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And I'm
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longing to be up
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North...
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B

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I'm dreaming of a
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white
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christmas,
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just like the
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ones I used to
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know
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When the
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treetops
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glisten and
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children
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listen
to
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hear
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sleigh bells
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in the
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snow

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I'm dreaming of a
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white
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christmas,
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with every
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christmas card I
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write
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May your
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days be
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merry and
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bright,
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and may
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all
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your
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christmas
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es be
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white
Christmases be
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white
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E
White chr
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istmases be
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white
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'm longing to be up North...

I'm dreaming of a white christmas,
just like the ones I used to know
When 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
Christmases be white
White christmases be white
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