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Paisley Fair Mar 2014
I can't even remember your face                    
I feel ashamed you were all my fame
You would always tame And keep me sane
all through the day and all through the night  
you would hold me tight even if i felt out of sight
you were like my kite you would stand tall and call me if i was about to fall. You are my all.
I missed you dad.

— The End —