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Ross Andrew
April 27, 1984 - November 11, 2003
My son, my son where have you gone My son, my son how can we all go on?
Such a little boy with glasses
You loved to take firefighting classes.You grew up to paint many things
I guess by now you have earned your wings.
You brought us constant joy
Now we wish we could touch our baby boy. We all look for you up high
We all hope you look down from the sky.
My son, my son where have you gone
My son, my son how can we all go on? S.K.A.
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