If your father could say he would want you to know, that with each passing day he watches you grow.
He's there in the morning as you wake and rise, he's there giving cudles and dry crying eyes.
He's there through your day see you work and play, he's there at your bedside at the end of the day.
He's there as you sleep and awaken once more, he's there by your side now and evermore.
{God bless you and keep you}
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