Every night he
waits for his master to come home By
himself he lays on the road all alone
He doesn't moan
Eight o'clock Soon his only master
will appear He'll wag his tail Though
it seems so long Since he was here,
it's been a year
He used to come home with a bone
And he thought he'd never be alone He
would curl up with him there by the
fire on cold winter's nights so long ago
Poor dog can hear a siren that echoes
in the night A cringe of fear he
recalls a year ago tonight that flashing
light, he died that night
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