Some day I’ll join him right there,
but now he’s gone with his shaggy coat,
his bad manners and his cold nose

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There are no good-byes for my dog who has died,
and we don’t now and never did lie to each other.

Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

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Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Tonight I Can Write

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