The sun is shining; the grass is green
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The orange and palm trees sway
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There's never been such a day in Beverly Hills L. A.
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But it's December the 24th and I'm longing to be up north
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I'm dreaming of a White Christmas
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Just like the ones I used to know
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Where the tree tops glisten and Children listen
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To hear sleigh bells in the snow
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I'm dreaming of a White Christmas
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With every Christmas card I write
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May your days be merry and bright
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And my all your Christmases be white
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White Christmas
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