Oh, Beautiful Child: Page 5, by jwhwz
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Oh, beautiful child;
I don't need an angel to top the Christmas tree;
For, I see an angel every day when you're looking right at
me.
I'll show you the wonders of nature, my child;
The mystical waterfall;
I'll teach you to take little steps when mountains seem too
tall.
Oh, beautiful child;
I give to you flowers made of snow;
They'd never melt, and the wonder you've felt will forever
make them grow.
Oh, beautiful child;
You're an angel of love; you're my sweet Valentine;
And every day, in every way; I'll make you happy that you're
mine.
Oh, beautiful child;
I love you so;
You're as precious as an angel in the snow. |
Posted: 2011-11-10 18:35:41 UTC |
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