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| Dedicated to Panapa (Pat) Ruru |
| 16 August 1924 <<<<>>>> 22 July 1982 |
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| The technics of life and the complex of love and a heavy heart of hope I've lost my way in this deadend street How do I learn to cope I reach my hand into the night but alas there is no care I reach again into the night and again you are not there " Son I would not leave you If your memory does not fail I gave you love I gave you life with these you will prevail" He lives in the past of my future and I live to bear his name He gave me hope He gave me love and the life that fills my veins |
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| Before the sun would lift its head Before the birds would sing Drifting thru the early morn a melody would ring The tunes caressed our sleepy minds and made us feel secure There was something special in his voice His Love so simple and pure Every morn he'd play his songs and with his heart he'd sing We felt so close and so together by the warmth his voice would bring Now our dad has past us by His melody lingers on But still he brings his family together With the magic of his songs |
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