Go softly, my friend…
There were final footsteps in the snow
They will all too soon be melted
However, the footsteps you left on my heart will remain for all eternity.
Tonight, I ask you all to raise a glass to Copper.
“….But since it fell into my lot, That I should rise and you should not.
I’ll gently rise and softly call, Goodnight and joy be to you all.”
Good night, dearest Copper, rest in peace.
