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 For My Daughter by David Ignatow 
						When I die choose a starand name it after me
 that you may know
 I have not abandoned
 or forgotten you.
 You were such a star to me,
 following you through birth
 and childhood, my hand
 in your hand.
 
 When I die
 choose a star and name it
 after me so that I may shine
 down on you, until you join
 me in darkness and silence
 together.
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