Still, still, still,
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One can hear the falling snow.
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For all is hushed,
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The world is sleeping,
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Holy Star its vigil keeping.
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Still, still, still,
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One can hear the falling snow.
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Sleep, sleep, sleep,
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'Tis the eve of our Saviour's birth.
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The night is peaceful all around you,
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Close your eyes,
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Let sleep surround you.
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Sleep, sleep, sleep,
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'Tis the eve of our Saviour's birth.
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Dream, dream, dream,
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Of the joyous day to come.
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While guardian angels without number,
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Watch you as you sweetly slumber.
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Dream, dream, dream,
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Of the joyous day to come.
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Still, Still, Still
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| Mary Chapin Carpenter |
