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For Love of Amy
 


Once there was a kindly sort of fellow,
In love with life and, sweetly, turning mellow.
Love was his from a most precious daughter.
With faith and truth, he loved her like he aught to.
Amy,sweet Amy, Jim's dear rose.


Always when he writes I picture smiles,
in every weather, over oceans, miles.
Love is his because he's Amy's dad.
With girls like that, no wonder Jim is glad.
Amy, sweet Amy, Jim's dear rose.



Song lyric (in large font):Frank Loesser







By cherryk

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