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My Sweet Angel
Good morning, my baby, my heart beat, my son.
I love to see
your face, in the bright morning sun.
As we rock in the corner,
Just you and me.
I wonder what a special person you'll be.
You
could be a pirate all dressed up in black.
You could be the
president, no skills will you lack.
You could fly to the moon, for the
whole world to see.
But you'll always be special, a sweet angel to
me.
You yawn and you stretch, your face full of life.
I wish for you
son, no trouble or strife.
I only see blue skies, and all you can
be.
No matter what you find, your a sweet angel to me.
(c) 1998 Patti Schoor All Rights Reserved
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