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Let it snow, my love, let is snow
It’s Christmas Eve, A mad moment to bring you to me, To come on my house. I’ll think they are carolers And I’ll inaugurate widely the door, And you will sung me a carol, You will kill my sadness. Let is snow, the Lord, let is snow And you will pass through snow-banks… Come on, we will sung the carols, We will tell so many stories! The candle flickers in the room, And the tree is full of stars, I look through the pane how it snow, How our lovies are snowing… Let it snow, my love, let it snow, It’s Christmas Eve…
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