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Here's to You


Here's to you Dad,

When things got bad,

When I was sad, 

You were there.

Throughout the divorce, of course,

You were there.

Always there to talk,

Always there to laugh, 

And even sometimes, to cry.

The ceiling fan would go round with our conversations,

carrying througout the night.

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