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Her old dog is sleeping.
His legs are frail now.
But when he dreams,
He runs...
Along long beaches and sticky fields.
Through the spooky wood looking for her.
The beds are made. the table is laid.
The door is open - someone is calling it's a woman.
Here boy, here boy! you've come home!
I've got an old bone and a biscuit and so much love.
Miss me? did you miss me?
Here's the kitchen - there's your basket.
Here's the hall - that's where you wait for me.
Here's the bedroom - you're not allowed in there.
Here's my lap - that's where you lay your head.
Here boy, oh you're a good boy.
You've come home.
You've come home.
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