Mates
Mates
I remember with joy my youth
My dad was my best mate
Taking me to the hills and mountains
We would hike all day long
Going to old mines and quarries
Exploring deep valleys
Climbing steep peaks
Finding old warplane wrecks
Those days I treasure
With my best mate my dad
My best mate
Who’s gone from this world
RIP my dad my best mate
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