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I.

Hear the sledges with the bells--
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In their icy air of night!
While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells--
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.





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