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Sean I’d say the best one came from tupelo, mississippi
I’ll tell you now that grown men cry and irish girls are pretty
Though fear and hurt and care can lead me to despair
I saw why I’m here the morning you appeared
Sean, I sat awhile on clouds to ask God if he’s living
I should have spent the time on knees in thanks for what he’s given
From parents smart and strong to both of us passed on
From kings is where you come, through daughters and through sons.
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