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  But the fire is so delightful, The lights are turned way down low, Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.  And I brought some corn for popping; The lights are turned way down low, Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. How I'll hate going out in the storm; But if you really hold me tight, All the way home I'll be warm. And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing, But as long as you love me so. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. 
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