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Image not my dog but similar

What is life, when death lives on?

Our daily drudge, goes on and on.

We take for granted each day we see.

I took for granted you and me. 

And now you've gone, my heart has burst. 

To think of you, it only hurts. 

I can't believe, that full of life. 

It ended so soon, with so much strife.

If I had been there, at the end. 

Your broken life, I could have mend. 

I blame myself, you've gone away.

I hate my life. I hate that day.

But I'll think of you, with only love. 

Until we join, in lands above. 

So run and play, my boyhood friend. 

We'll be together, in the end.