With him I dealt for many years
He eased or took away my fears
Each time he saved me right before
I'd quit and break out into tears
One day again I tried his door
But no one answered anymore
My master was already gone
To fight another holy war
I was prepared to carry on
But since I'd had him for so long
It was his colour and his style
My happiness was built upon
I stayed and waited for a while
Right next to where his garbage pile
Was telling me that he had thrown
Away what I had thought worthwhile
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