
To the car he drove
From the dog that didn't like me
To the smile on his face
These are the things I remember
From him coming to my door
To the red blanket on his bed
The books in his room
From him laying beside me
To that sparkle in his eyes
These are the things I remember
From the songs he would play
To his eagerness to assist me
From his long brown hair
To the night he disappeared
These are the things I remember
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