I often think fondly of those lads I knew in my youth. Of them all, I
often think of poor Manuel ... I met him so very long ago. He was ten
years old, a dark boy with dark eyes and a head of hair like bushy
dark wool. He had a smile, with a tooth slightly out of align, that
would draw a smile in return from anyone no matter how sad or upset.
He was all boy, but was in his sense of humour, responsibility and
self-reliance more mature than most adults. He thought alot of me. I
do so miss him, and for that reason, dedicate this song to him, on
this anniversary.
You see, he was killed in an automobile accident ... twenty years ago
today.
VV
God Save Her Majesty the Queen.
God Preserve the Prince of Wales.
Rule Britannia!
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