[NARRATION]
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And so back at the hotel
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Our angel again arrived
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But this time he went up the front steps
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Which, of course, led him inside
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(it's one of those things that architects
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Conveniently decide)
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Now hotels are quite like people
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No two exactly the same
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And this one had such a magical past
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The angel found himself quite entertained
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The foyer still had an elegance
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That the years could not disguise
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And the shadows of christmas eves long disappeared
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This night, still gently glided by
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For in this hotel, here side by side
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The past and the present dwelled
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And the ghosts who lived here not only lived
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They honestly, lived well
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The lobby had a steinway piano
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That was steeped in memories
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And some said duke ellington's fingers
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Still lingered on those keys
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There was a grand palace ballroom
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Where princesses had once waltzed
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Whose beauty and sense of style
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The newspapers would constantly exhault
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The ghosts of rockefellers and vanderbilts
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Still met at their christmas eve charity balls
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Raising money not for themselves
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But raising it for all
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(and the sound of their children laughing
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Still echoed in these halls)
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Now these spirits of course, could not be seen
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By any human eyes
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But each one smiled at the angel
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When they saw him walking by
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And these ghosts reminded the angel
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How every human waiting to be born,
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And every life that had already left
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When it was tired out and worn
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Were connected by those alive right now
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Which gave the living quite a trust,
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To pass on what was best and good
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Inside of each of us
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Now within each guest room he heard many hearts
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And behind each heart there was a life
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And the angel carefully read them all
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With the next hour of that night
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When he reached the grand palace ballroom
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It was behind closed mahogany doors
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And when the angel was passing by it
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He could hear music begin once more
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It seemed that since this room was built
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Musicians did permanently reside
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And then the angel did what we all would do
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He went to look inside
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And there he found such a majestic orchestra
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To please all, it would be enough
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But then someone plugged a guitar in
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And the volume, it crept up
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So with a song inspired by mozart's
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Famous "queen of the night"
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The orchestra added the word, "winter"
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And some notes, some fog, some lights
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[QUEEN OF THE WINTER NIGHT]
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[Instrumental]
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Queen Of The Winter Night
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Trans-Siberian Orchestra |