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Running in a better place

Whistling in the air

Floating through the clouds up high

Chasing his little tail

Running with his mother

Dancing in the wind

Barking at a little bird

Prancing everywhere

He is looking down on us

Trying not to cry

That day he wishes he didn't go outside

Or he would be wagging his tail home with us

Wagging his tail in pride.

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