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The garment of life, be it tattered and torn,
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the cloak of the soldier is withered and worn.
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But what child is this that was poverty-born, the peace of Christmas Day.
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The branch that bears the bright holly, the dove that rests in yonder tree.
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The light that shines for all to see, the peace of Christmas Day.
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The hope that has slumbered for 2000 years,
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the promise that silenced 1000 fears.
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A faith that can hobble an ocean of tears, the peace of Christmas Day.
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The branch that bears the bright holly, the dove that rests in yonder tree.
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The light that shines for all to see, the peace of Christmas Day.
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Add all the grief that people may bear, total the strife, the troubles and care.
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Put them in columns and leave them right there, the peace of Christmas Day.
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The branch that bears the bright holly, the dove that rests in yonder tree.
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The light that shines for all to see, the peace of Christmas Day.
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The branch that bears the bright holly, the dove that rests in yonder tree.
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The light that shines for all to see, the peace of Christmas Day.
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The Peace Carol
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| John Denver |
