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The black dog is here
Quietly he turned up at the gate
And I let him in
I know this dog
We have been together before
We go to the same place
Every time
We dream of going to the woods
And the sun going in
And the people disappearing
And the world stopping
We talk constantly
Making suggestions
About how we may leave
But often we just shut the curtains
Make tea
And go to bed with a book
Or stare out the window
At the trees
Making sure it's still raining
And then when it rains
The world stops for a while
And on our own
We listen to the silence. |
