Blessed are the homes where the hearths burn bright,
Where the embers glow in the cold cold night.
Blessed are they whose hearts burn bright,
Whose warmth is felt tonight.
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Blessed.
Blessed are the homes where the hearths burn bright,
Where the embers glow in the cold cold night.
Blessed are they whose hearts burn bright,
Whose warmth is felt tonight.
