Das kleine Fellchen Leben
Das selten sich zu Wort gemeldet
Das trotzdem ganze Bände sprach
Das niemals sich beklagte
Das seine Freude immer teilte
Das allen Menschen Liebe zeigte
Das niemals etwas übel nahm
Das dankbar war
Das ist jetzt fort
Ganz friedlich geht das Glück zu Ende
Ganz herzlich dank ich dir zuletzt
Ganz freundlich warst du für mich da
Ganz zärtlich streichle ich noch mal
Den kleinen Kopf
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Molly.
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