When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago, And etched on vacant places. Are half-forgotten faces of friends we used to cherish and loves we used know.

When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago, And etched on vacant places. Are half-forgotten faces of friends we used to cherish and loves we used know.

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