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Sometimes I feel like a dog…
ОглавлениеSometimes I feel like a dog,
Devotedly wagging my tail,
I don’t want to come in the fog
From that nice fairy tale.
To be a person – it’s too easy
There is a strong criterion of love…
You fill all holes with filling
Which in anyway makes off.
But dogs are heartfelt
And haven’t any gain.
They are the last of humans» let
They are fidelity in hole life way.
But nothing bothers us,
We spoil life of others,
We like when problem pass,
We wouldn’t think about others.
You wouldn’t think about them
Until you don’t betrayed,
Until you in the light of fame,
Until you aren’t so much scared.
But if the problem suddenly happens,
You’ll start to die from the pain in soul,
And only your dog can be helpful
Of cleaning your wounds from slot.