Everyday I come to my master, with a trick to please him, just for a pat, a sign of friendship.
Everyday he throws me a bone, and sends me on a hunt, for to him, I'm just a distraction.
I sought a soul to befriend, he found a hound to pass his time with.
But today as I breathe my last breaths, I wonder whether I won his friendship.
Aye, I did, for he threw me a bone nearly everyday when he didn't forget me.
Now that I'll be just another leaf that fall in the autumn, I say I've no regrets.
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