With the big smile
And long black hair asleep in the chair
Awakens with her great blue eyes
Is beautiful and tries
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I call her by her name Chelsea
As she walks to-wards me
She puts out her hand
And a sticky sweet gives
Looks up at me and I bend to her
As she wants a kiss
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And goes back happy
To sit on her Mothers knee
Listening to the Choir sing
By Fthr Alan Sharpe, St.Patrick's
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