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Earth seems brighter, |
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Joy-bells nearer |
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Hearts grow lighter, |
Sound, and clearer, |
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As the gladsome melody |
When the heart is free from care; |
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Charms our sadness |
Skies are cheering, |
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Into gladness, |
And we're hearing |
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Pealing, pealing, joyfully. |
Joy-bells ringing everywhere. |
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