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Have yourself a merry little Christmas, let your heart be the light
From now on our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas, make the Yule-tide gay
From now on our troubles will be miles away
Here we are as in olden days, happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us gather near to us once more
Through the years we all will be together, if the fates will allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now
Here we are as in olden days, happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us gather near to us once more, once more
Through the years we all will be together, if the fates will allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough
And have yourself a merry little Christmas
Have yourself a merry little Christmas, now