A million kisses showered on
His blonde and tousled head
The angels sang when he was born,
my addiction left for dead
This smile comes upon me…
Just gazing in his eyes
Little feet and little toes…
Can’t take it when he cries
My nephew he was blessed to be
My savior from above,
He knows he’ll always have my heart…
He knows how much he’s loved
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