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"I WISH YOU COULD SEE HOW A WAITING DOG DIES
A dog sits waiting under the hot sun,
Too faithful to leave, to frightened to run,
He’s been here for days now with nothing to do
But sit by the road waiting for you.
He can’t understand why you left him that day
He thought you were stopping to play,
He’s sure you’ll come back and that’s why he stays,
How long will he suffer? How many more days?
His legs have grown weak, his throat’s parched and dry
He’s sick now from hunger and falls with a sigh
He lays down his head and closes his eyes
I wish you could see how a waiting dog dies."