rostro-alaskan-malamute

 

I´ll forget your smell, the feeling of your hair.

Your hawlings will hurt no more my ears.

You won´t tear my shirts, you´ll eat no more my meal.

It seems that I will have now some peace.

 

Where are you, my dear fucking asshole?

Hells of it! Sucks to you!

You´ll forget my games, our racings in the sand.

You´ll have a new owner and a new name.

 

I may never see you again,

but until then, my friend,

I´ll pronounce your name,

I´ll call it to the wind,

I´ll sing it in the rain today.

 

I hope that you remember my smell

for if I ever see you again.

I hope that it ever remainds you

of me any guitar sound.

 

I may never see you again,

but until then, my friend,

I´ll pronounce your name,

I´ll call it to the wind,

I´ll sing it in the rain today.

 

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