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I had a little dog, and my dog was very small; / He licked me in the face, and he answered to my call; / Of all the treasures that were mine, I loved him most of all.
His nose was fresh as morning dew and blacker than the night; / I thought that it could even snuff the shadows and the light; / And his tail he held it bravely, like a banner in a fight.