| Old Dogs Do Not Die |
| We have a secret you and I, That no one else shall know. For who, but I can see you lie, Each night, in fireglow? And who but I can reach my hand Before we go to bed And feel the living warmth of you And touch your silken head? And only I walk woodland paths, And see ahead of me, Your small form racing with the wind, So young again, and free And only I can see you swim In every brook I pass. And when I call, no one but I Can see the bending grass --Author Unknown |
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