Body my housemy horse my hound what will I dowhen you are fallenWhere will I sleep How will I ride What will I huntWhere can I gowithout my mount all eager and quick How will I know in thicket aheadis danger or treasure when Body my good bright dog is deadHow will it beto lie in the skywithout roof or door and wind for an eyeWith cloud for shift how will I hide?
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