The sun is shining, the grass is green
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The orange and palm tree sway
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There's never been such a day
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In Beverly Hills, L.A.
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But it's December the twenty-fourth
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And I am longing to be up North
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I'm dreaming of White Christmas
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Just like the ones I used to know
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Where the tree tops glisten
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And children listen to hear sleighbells in the snow
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For 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 may all your Christmases be white
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And may all your Christmases be white...
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White Christmas
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| Barbra Streisand |
