It doesn't matter what I'm doing, or where I
happen to be. There's always this feeling,
you're standing close to me. Something must
change in my appearance. Immediately, it has
to show. Everyone around me says, my face
has a special glow. I've always felt this way,
when you were still alive. I loved being with you
and felt safe, at your side. I guess it doesn't
matter, how old I may get. As all of these warm
feelings, remain with me yet. I want to thank you
dad, for watching over us, making sure no harm
will come our way. It's very comforting to know,
you're close at hand and everything, will always
be, okay!
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