That dog with soulful eyes,
With claw-less set of paws,
With snowy fleece no flaws,
And free of fleas and lice.
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The morning sun exalts the day.
It paints the blues of sky above,
The amber hue of drying hay,
The snow of cotton-winged dove.
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One has to find in the river a
Basin which goes by a name
And the name is his own.
In the searching of mine,
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I have had two friends.
One picked and packed cotton,
The other smelted and smashed iron.
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