| 1 | At the sorrow of my sweet pipings. | |
| 2 | Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead. | |
| 3 | He whined and licked my hand. | |
| 4 | He gives the world its saddest sound. | |
| 5 | A loud sob broke out of me, like a bark. |
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