Remember last Christmas Eve
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When we sat next to our first tree
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Ornaments reflected light
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Of a candle in the night
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And I gave you a music box
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Back then that seemed like so much
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We watched it go round and round
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As the melodies unwound
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But all these things are now long gone
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And not to be wished upon again
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But the musical box continues to turn
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The candle in the window continues to burn
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But I know they're just memories
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Like Christmas past and you and me
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Remember that old fireplace
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That held the room in warm embrace
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And as we watched for Christmas ghosts
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The fire held the shadows close
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But now upon that Christmas scene
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The candle wax of melted dreams
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And ornaments of shattered glass
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Now belonging to the past
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But all these things are now long gone
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And not to be wished upon again
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But the musical box continues to turn
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The candle in the window continues to burn
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But I know they're just memories
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Like Christmas past and you and me
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BEHIND THAT SINGLE LETTER
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WAS A WEATHERED PHOTOGRAPH
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OF THAT MAN IN THE ARTICLE
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BUT FROM SOMEWHERE IN HIS PAST
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AND STANDING THERE BESIDE HIM
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IN A SETTING SUMMER SUN
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WAS THE LADY WHO USED TO OWN THIS HOUSE
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ONLY HERE SHE WAS QUITE YOUNG
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SHE HAD MOVED TO A SMALLER PLACE
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THAT WAS ONLY RIGHT NEXT DOOR
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AND THEN THE CHILD NOTICED SOMETHING ELSE
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THAT SHE HAD MISSED BEFORE
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THIS LETTER HAD NO STAMP IT SEEMED
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AND WAS SURELY NEVER SENT
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AND AS SHE SAT UPON THE FLOOR
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THAT CHILD SHE WONDERED WHAT IT MEANT
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THEN THE ANGEL WHISPERED TO HER
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A MOST IMPORTANT FACT
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THAT FOR COMPASSION TO BE REAL
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IT REQUIRES ONE TO ACT
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THEN ONCE AGAIN THAT CHILD CAME UP
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WITH A CHILD'S IDEA
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BUT SHE KNEW SHE MUST ACT FAST
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FOR TIME, IT WAS GROWING DEAR
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SO TAKING THAT ARTICLE BACK DOWNSTAIRS
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SHE FOUND THE KITCHEN PHONE
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AND CALLED UP INFORMATION
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TO FIND THE NUMBER OF HIS HOME
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AND WHEN HE PICKED UP THE RECEIVER
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SHE QUICKLY TOLD HIM QUITE ENOUGH
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TO KNOW WHO WAS WAITING ON THIS NIGHT FOR HIM
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AND THEN THE CHILD, SHE JUST HUNG UP
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THEN TO MAKE SURE THAT NO ONE WAS AWAKE
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SHE TOOK A QUICK LOOK DOWN THE HALL
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THEN SHE FOUND HER NEIGHBOR'S NUMBER
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AND REPEATED THAT SAME CALL
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The Music Box
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Trans-Siberian Orchestra |