this story tells about how I was shot down by Pat Garrett and I died on July 14th 1881. but through a marcle I come back to life in 2023. and get use to things being very different
So here I am talking to you in your sleep. Well because if you saw this look on my face you'd laugh and if I spoke with this lump in my throat I'd cry. Yes when I looked at you tonight you were a sleeping beauty so I tiptoed over and kissed you - you didn't wake up I knew that you wouldn't according to the legend only the handsome young prince can open your eyes and I am just the father of the future bride. Sleep pretty thing tomorrow when you wake you will be a young lady and you won't even realize that you have changed courses in the middle of a dream. You will notice a little change in me I will be a little different somehow a little sadder a little wiser and a whole lot richer tonight I kissed a princess and I feel like a king.
It seems like just yesterday that your mom and I had brought you home from the hospital. You are my beautiful Daughter.
When the doctor told me that you were a little girl. I said Doc you must be wrong cause I want a boy. But when he laid you in my arms my heart sang with joy.
Liz you are daddy's girl I love you just like you were my son. You are the center of my world.
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This me checking on my daughter Liz. And the way that I felt after I kissed her. I know that soon the time will come when I will have to let her go.
Cause her young man will come to call. It will break my heart to let her go.
