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    Reindeer prance to Winter’s dance, Making beautiful arcs in the sky. They leap, they glide, They soar, they fly.   In wake of the bright moonlight, They guide a magical sleigh. They’re swift, they’re lithe, They’re jolly, they’re gay.   Alighting on each rooftop, They help deliver bundles of joy. Each girl, each boy, Receives ...