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Celista Tremblay

When I held her in my arms that day
All my fears just slipped away

Her dark black hair was soft to the touch
I knew Iíd love her all too much

Her father had such a big smile
As he held her all the while

He never left my bed that day
As we pondered and we prayed

The baby didnít have a name
They all just seemed too plain

For the name that she would need
Had to be perfect indeed

But then her father came to me
He said I think I like Chelsea

And that was how it was done
She had a name she had begun

And as she grew into a child
Our lives became more mild

Still we spent most of our time
Singing songs and nursery rhymes

This baby brought us so much joy
We started to try for a boy.

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