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At Christmas Time

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For that old love I once adored      I decked my halls and spread my board                  At Christmas time.      With all the winters flowers that grow      I wreathed my room, and mistletoe      Hung in the gloom of my doorway,      Wherein my dear lost love might stray                  When joy-bells chime.      What phantom was it entered there      And drank his wine and took his chair                  At Christmas time?      With holly boughs and mistletoe      He crowned his head, and at my woe      And tears I shed laughed long and loud;      Get back, O phantom! to thy shroud                  When joy-bells chime.

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