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On a christmas eve
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When nobody called me
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A friend came into my room
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Where I was sleeping
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He touched my hand
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I knew who he was
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His voice was familiar and deep
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In the trees and in the bushes
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Rose up a wind and breathed in my ear
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Today I'm happy like never before
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There was much to discuss
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As he stood before me
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By my bed in the corner
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Slowly it grew late
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He took my hand
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I knew who he was
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I didn't want him to go
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In the trees...
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