O little town of Bethlehem
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How still we see thee lie
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Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
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The silent stars go by
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Yet in they dark streets shineth
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The everlasting light
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The hopes and fears of all the years
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Are met in thee tonight
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For Christ is born of Mary
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And gathered all above
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While mortals sleep the angels keep
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Their watch of wondering love
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O morning starts together
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Proclaim thy holy birth
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And praises sing to God the King
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And peace to men on earth
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Little Town Of Bethlehem
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| Harry Connick, Jr. |
