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To our place, there was a stray dog
from somewhere, from unnamed places since it was saw me, it was pasted me and chosen me like master on this world Like God lived it in my care I was loving, always and continuos I was giving it the name Labus in my lives way, on my path Anywhere in town I was wandering I was my companion often, generously, and if I was visiting a house it was waiting cheerful At our house’s door it was waiting when was a rainy or snowing day? with full love it was our guardian every night until the morning But one day, someone that I really don’t know hard-hearted and heartless without raison was beaded the dog black and blue leaving it in agony, powerless Three weeks continuously I was taking care of it begging for its health but in an autumn day it dies tears in its eyes, looking at me In a Forrest I was buried it when the night was fooling on the fortress and my soul was in pain and the stars were shining always on the sky
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