JINGLE BELLS
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When the year about to go, my heart leaps up when i behold 5 the heavenly heritage, taken from the acient past. So it was when ny life starts, till i shall grow old, or let me die. when the day is about to come, jingle, jingle bells, all around. oh, happy day, how great. 10 Alas! a child is born, lost souls to be saved. oh,happy day, i say. And i could dream my stay, to be alive this day.
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