ANABELLE AMANDA It was not so many a day ago, when an October Sunday came That a child was born whom you may know Anabelle is her name; And this child she lives with no other thought Than to be loved every day the same I am her mother and she is my child, as close as a candle to flame and I love her as much as I ever have loved oh, Anabelle is her name. You brighten my day little light of my life and Anabelle is your name. |
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