I want to remember his sweet little voice.
I want to remember how his voice goes up on the word "keep."
I want to remember everything about this age.
"Now I way me
down ta seep.
I pway da Lord,
my soul to keep.
Angels watch me,
fru da night.
An keep me in
da mornings light.
Amen."
He's just so sweet.
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