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| In Loving Memory of My Darling Son Michael |
| Something will remind me, I never know just when, It might be something someone says, And it all comes back again. The times we spent together, The happiness, the fun, Once again I feel the pain, Of life without my Son. It`s said that time`s a healer, I`m not sure this is true, There`s not a day goes by my Son, That I don`t cry for you. |
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