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There’s no business like snow business:

      See it fall from up high?

 See the snowflakes come falling

     Through that wintry sky.

 

See the children come peeping

      At this wintry scene,

As the snow clings to rooftops,

      So white and so clean.

 

There’s no business like snow business:

     As it falls on the breeze,

And as it clings to the pavements

       And covers the trees.

 

Now those sledges are busy

     Hear those cries of delight?

There'll be so many children

     Who’ll sleep soundly tonight.

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