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When there was no fog,

I saw a dead dog,

My heart cried again and again,

Thinking about the dog’s pain.

Whose dog it might be?

I thought standing quietly,

I told about it to my dad,

He considered the matter as really sad.

Dad and I buried the dog near the garden,

Even after so many years I have not forgotten!