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Oh the is frightful, |
| the fire is so delightful, |
| And since no to go, |
| Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow. |
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| It doesn't show of stopping, |
| And I've bought corn for popping, |
| The lights are turned down low, |
| Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow. |
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| we kiss |
| out in the storm. |
| But if you'll really hold me |
| the way home I'll be |
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| The is dying, |
| And, my good-bying |
| But as as you me so, |
| Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow. |