A grey fur-ball wells up in my soul.
Those 19 years were the brightest, warmest grey.
The smallest, wisest grey.
Can you tell that my tears are grey?
And so is my smile.
It’s a magical world, isn’t it?
You grew up with me.
Sometimes I miss you so much.
The world keeps changing,
But you will always be part of it.
It’s a magical world, isn’t it ol’ buddy?
A bright, warm, wise, grey fur-ball
Wells up in my soul.
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