| My old black cat passed away this morning
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| He never knew what a hard day was
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| Woke up late and danced on tin roofs
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| If questioned «Why?» |
| — answered, «Just because.»
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| He never spoke much, preferring silence:
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| Eight lost lives was all he had
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| Occasionally sneaked some Sunday dinner
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| He wasn’t good and he wasn’t bad
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| My old black cat wasn’t much of a looker
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| You could pass him by — just a quiet shadow
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| Got pushed around by all the other little guys
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| Didn’t seem to mind much — just the way life goes
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| Padded about in furry slippers
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| Didn’t make any special friends
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| He played it cool with wide-eyed innocence
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| Receiving gladly what the good Lord sends
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| Forgot to give his Christmas present
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| Black cat collar, nice and new
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| Thought he’d make it through to New Year
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| I guess this song will have to do
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| My old black cat…
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| Old black cat… |