In the new room are their pictures, black one, black and white one, small one, large one, green eyes and grey--when is it never forgotten, never the same again? Outside at night the creatures howl, and I think of the ones I had, the ones who came in for supper.
In the new room are their pictures, black one, black and white one, small one, large one, green eyes and grey--when is it never forgotten, never the same again? Outside at night the creatures howl, and I think of the ones I had, the ones who came in for supper.
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