It barks all night
For every footstep
It hears at my doorstep
It vigils all night
So I could be safe inside
Even as I detest her as a pet
She sees me as her best
Sometimes I ask myself
How I deserve this treatment
I throw bones her way
She feeds on my leftovers
She sleeps in the cold door way
Still, she never turns her back away
If only I knew
My hound would be this faithful
I would have built her a castle
And opened up my heart to her feelingly
You should be the hound
And she be you
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