A journey through town
lead to a drak alley
with a puppy in a box
It's fur is brown
eyes so sad
and it cries for help
I touched it's head
calm down little one
I am here now
Picking it up
rocking softly
the cries stop
Home we shall go
with you baby
let's go
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