@Nico91 9 November 2022 more from that month

And a dog cries and longs When sadly towards a dusk he looks, That it doesn't appear out of nowhere His master left yesterday. If he didn't come, he returns He sits and lies on the threshold of the house, And the next day again waits His master entering the gate. He no longer eats or drinks water A tear plays in his eyes His soul is sad and weeps Would like the master to call him. Many are for sale today Why roam this big world, But you'll never find it A lot of money if you want to spend, A soul, for a corner of bread What gives his life for you. Did you somehow forget it when you were hungry He puts his head on the ground. And don't bark, be patient Until you give him, just a morsel of food. But whatever you give to the man You can never get enough of it. Give him seven days If you don't have the eighth, To even forget your name And he doesn't even care anymore.