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  Alone in a corner he sits

  Day after day he watches

  His only friend should be back

  Or at least he said he would

  A place set in front the window

  For him to sit and wait

  Not understanding why he hasn't returned

  Days, weeks, months, years pass

  And yet he still watches out the window

  Found one morning by his mother

  He had died the night before

  And though his friend wasn't back on earth

  He found him in the heavens above