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Baby
written by: Wade Becraft
Category: Love
On a happy day in August peoples hearts is filled with joy
from a new born baby boy.
There laying by my mom in a blanket nice and warm.
My dad comes in with his shirt torn.
My mom she sings while i look at my dad.
Three years has gone and so has my dad.
So I cry becuase I'm so sad.
All I have left of my dad I adore is the shirt, the shirt that is tore.
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