To some it is mountains For others it's rings Then some see it in the clouds on high None matched the Beauty that was held by I
We met when I was eight years old Upon sight of her, my heart was sold I knew I would love that tiny thing All through life, my heart would sing
She was there me through good and bad When tears were there , she would make me glad Never judging what went wrong Protecting me, as best she could
From the dangers of the world That bad world can be cruel, unkind At the age of eighteen, she was deaf and blind With heavy heart, I took the blow
And watched my best friend, I let her go But do not think that was the end, for once more I heard from my friend Ten years later, Runes I employed
To see what was to come One message alone came through that day, It left a smile, that had to come.... Beauty wags her tail
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