\n Collared Darkness, Pet’s longing

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\n The collar I wear bears a sign

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\n That he will guide me until the end of time

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\n Now it seems this collar grows heavy

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\n And in my mind he will always tarry

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\n That wolf I call master

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\n Seems to be slipping faster

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\n From my grip

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\n I feel him slip

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\n Or is it I who has been plunged into the abyss

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\n Losing that firm paw, I cry for it to assist

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\n The darkness seems so close now

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\n His voice is fading and I do not know how

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\n To call him back to take this leash

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\n And walk me back into his reach

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\n Though he may not be my mate

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\n As his pet, I enjoy my fate

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\n Oh dear master hear my cry

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\n For your pet now in darkness does lie

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\n How I long for that warm embrace

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\n To once again feel that paw on my face

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\n Oh my master, hear my plea

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\n Come to me again and make the darkness flee

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\n I cry these tears of longing for

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\n That master I wear this collar for