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For my friend Daddysweetheart
Last night I walked alone,
long the banks of the Kootenai.

Where the moonlight gently dances,
upon the waters edge.

Within the shimmering of each reflection,
I see only images of you.

On the cool mountain breeze,
I feel the soft touch 
of your hand upon my face.

Through the stands of whispering pines,
I hear only your soft voice.

Reminding me,
how far away you are, 
yet so very close.

Like the river canyon itself,
you've been etched 
into my soul.

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