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SHANNON! Oh father so loving, of father so dear, Grieve not so sadly, for I am still
here. To lessen your anguish must now be my goal. So please let me hug you with my immortal soul. It was Shannon you called
me; so much more than a name. For I and the Shannon are one and the same. I know you adored me as I flowed through your life,
Always keeping you cheerful through struggle and strife. I know that you love me, as I do love you, And we both know that
our love will never be through. I shall flow through your soul now and give you my strength,
Just as I do in Ireland, for most of its length. Yes, I am in Heaven and you know just where, For it has not been that long
since we were both there, So please come and see me, and I promise to you, That you'll see true Heaven in the way that I do.
I am Shannon of Erin, nee Shannon McBride, Daughter of a Chieftain, who thinks I have died. One sunset at Clonmacnois he will
stand at my side, And he'll play his pipes proudly, as I smile so wide. He'll hear me playing also, as he plays on and on,
In the realization that I am not gone. For there's Magic in my name more powerful than cannon, Oh hello my loving father,
Yes it's me, your dear Shannon. (Written by Sgt Edward Kane, Chicago Police Emerald Society, 2003)
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