DYLAN  TREVOR  KEATE
27/9/96 - 27/2/98
 

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Honey there will be a hoop,

and a hill to roll it down...

(God wouldn't give a little boy the burden of a crown)

He'll show you lots of trees to climb,

and where he keeps the swings

(God let him have a bat and ball instead of shining wings)

And will he let you sail a kite up where the sky is clear

Without tall buildings stooping down?

  Of course he will my dear!

Now close your eyes...

I'll kiss them shut, the way I always do...

(I must not, must not cry dear Lord

I know he's safe with you)