the days can cast the yellow sun to rise
with every chance the clouds will part away
yet if you sensed the sadness in my eyes
despite the fact i whisper 'it's okay'
you'd only worry too much for me, friend
and make it far more difficult for me
for every moment more i want to spend
with you alone in such a reverie
as sure as every day would rise and fall
you knew me in more ways than all my kin
and when i needed you i would just call
you would come running to me and then spin
'til time intrigued a bond between our souls
while you matured and with you i was whole
“The dog is a gentleman; i hope to go to his heaven, not man's.” -Mark Twain
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