The dog cried
And I felt the fabric tear,
The message clear,
Hatred burns there
And murder is imprisoned
By thin restraints
And more bad omens
The yelping complaints
Foreshadow my own when
His hands may fall upon me.
The dog cried
And I felt the fabric tear,
The message clear,
Hatred burns there
And murder is imprisoned
By thin restraints
And more bad omens
The yelping complaints
Foreshadow my own when
His hands may fall upon me.
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