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A Tribute To Our Lost Ones:
by Tom Casey

As I lie in my bed at night, A little tear came to my eye,
I look out the window way up into the sky,
Away in the distance,
I see flashing lights,
It can't be an aeroplane, as they flying about wild,
Maybe a ufo, but nothing in sight?
I stare into space, at the dancing lights,
I can just make out a shape, but something ain't right.

The Dancing lights are getting nearer to me,
The more that I stare the more that I see,
The lights are taking on a familiar shape,
But it can't be true,
It must be a mistake,
The shape that I see before my very eyes,
Is a heart shaped wiggle,
Of Kidney Bean size,
It can only be one thing that is right in front of me, our lost Boxers in disguise.

The Dancing Lights will be there for ever.
Looking out over us,
No matter the weather,
Our Babies are immortal and true,
And will be with us for ever,
To look after you,
And all of God's babies will share in their joy,
Of the day we are together,
And the life we enjoyed.