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And 

		as he lay dying, 
		I stroked his head 
		and looked into his unseeing eyes. 
		
		I held his hand. 
		
		But it wasn't until 
		it began to loose it's warmth 
		that I had the courage 
		to lean forward, 
		kiss his forehead, 
		and whisper very softly,