[NARRATION]
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And so it was in front of this hotel
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Our angel did finally arrive
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And standing at one corner was a young man
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Who caught the angel's eye
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He had a small group of children
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Gathered round him there
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Who all were quietly listening
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Which for children is quite rare
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He was telling them christmas tales
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And each one brought more children near
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Where they nestled round him on those steps
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So each word they could clearly hear
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He then told them a christmas story
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About how all men are brothers
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And when that story had ended
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The children clamored for another
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"where does christmas go
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When its day is through?
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Where does christmas go," they asked,
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"and what does christmas do?"
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Now children have such simple requests
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Their wishes are so small
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That the young man saw no reason why
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He could not grant them all
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They liked his stories so much
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They begged him not to let it end
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So he told them about the wizards of winter
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Whose winter ball they must attend
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How these wizards decorated their whole world
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With icicles, frost and snow
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And how with the dreams of this night beneath it
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It all would magically start to glow
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And the snow seemed to obey the young man's every gesture
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In the cold december's air
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And as for the wizards' imperial ball
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Well, they were already there
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[WIZARDS IN WINTER]
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[Instrumental]
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Wizard In Winter
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| Trans-Siberian Orchestra |
