(Irving Berlin)
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The sun is shining, the grass is green
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The orange and palm trees sway
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There's never been such a day 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 a white Christmas
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Just like the ones I used to know
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Where the treetops glisten and children listen
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To hear sleigh bells in the snow
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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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White Christmas
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| Brooks & Dunn |
