Thomas Alan Jones – memorial

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In loving Memory of our son
Thomas Alan Jones
1962-201
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Precious memories, unseen angels,
Sent from somewhere to my soul;
How they linger, ever near me,
And the sacred past unfold.

Precious memories, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul;
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.