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It’s the day that I cry

Because I have no reason to figure out what you don’t have

Or buy something you have been hinting at

No reason to buy you a tie

Or crazy underwear

No reason to make a dinner for just you

Or pour a drink to share with you

No reason to buy a card

Tomorrow is the day that they have been hyping for months

Reminding me of what a great fellow you are

I know how brave

They tell me how much you have accomplished

I know what you wanted from the world

I know what you have done

They tell me how much I owe you

But they don’t know how much I do love you

They tell me how much I should show you that love

But they don’t know how long you have been lost to me

Since February 8, 1994

The day you invalidated Father’s Day

The day you died

And now every third Sunday in June, I cry

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