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| Papa's L'il Nick Copyright Alice E. Steimle - 5/15/01 |
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| Papa said to me at the age of four You don't know the price I paid But I couldn't ask for more As I sat on Papa's lap that summer day I didn't know he wanted a little boy To go out in the woods or to play Yet he said I was his pride and joy For all the love I had deep inside Saddened when Mama took me far away I didn't realize the situation then I didn't know of the price they had to pay As I went to a foreign city I didn't know Papa always called me his L'il Nick He knew my heartache as he left Until he met the man I married, my dear Ric How I wonder what he calls me from above |
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