the sadest time

February 17, 2012
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your silent pur
your bold meow
where is it
i can`t hear it now

your black and white fur
glows under the fire
the warmth of your fur
is now my desire

wher did you go
the cat so gay
my mother said
you ran away

some nights i cry
and your fate i dread
but i can`t have you back
because you`re dead

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