Dolce hear sweet bells,
playing a festival near and far,
but softer feel Snow on the skin,
look up and imagine the stars.
know that somebody up there loves us,
look forward to him who loves us.
On this night the darkness is no more,
cold was born in a cave the baby Jesus
For him to beat my heart
E 'born for all the Savior.
Catwoman
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