John JackCOSTELLOCOSTELLO John (Jack). Birthday memories of my beloved husband. When God turns out the light at night, He looks down to make sure, We've enough light until morning, And if He thinks that we need more, He adds another star or two, From His little store, And when they need replacing, He reaches down for more, The stars are all His children, He's taken from below, He doesn't tell us which are ours, We never ever know, So if you find you have the chance, No matter where you are, Look up to the sky at night, You'll find our precious star. Loved eternally. Andrea. xxxxxxx
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