| Sundays were made for strolls through the park
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| Though before today she’d always gone alone
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| Now the sun shines down all around them
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| Cause Natalie’s not alone she’s not alone
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| On Friday she’d bought a Yorkshire terrier
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| And instantly found a true friend of her own
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| Now they sing and skip through the flowers
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| Cause Natalie’s not alone she’s not alone
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| She named him Effie
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| Effie was his name despite a bladder problem
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| She loved him just the same
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| She takes him nearly every where she goes
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| He delights her with the many tricks he knows
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| Now the sun shines down all around them
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| Cause Natalie’s not alone
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| She knits him sweaters and woolen Winter hats
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| From the window she watches him chase the neighbors cats
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| And laughs and laughs «Hey Effie
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| Would you like to go for a walk?
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| Would you like to go for a ride?»
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| And Effie never left her side until she died |