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A Faithful Golden A faithful Golden will play with
you And laugh with you or cry. Hell gladly starve to stay with you Nor ever reason why.
And when youre feeling out of sorts Somehow hell understand. Hell watch you with his shining eyes And try to lick your hand.
His blind, implicit faith in you Is matched by his great love. The kind that all of us should have In the Master, up above.
When everything is said and done I guess this isnt odd. For when you spell dog backwards You get the name of G-d.
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