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Welcome back, sister, sit yourself there by my cat,
You might scare her away but she's used to that.
Few strangers do ever appear at my door,
And she was not yet here when you were here before.
She's still young, but is tired of struggling outside,
And when darkness ensnares, she comes here to hide
Her ears fondled my laughter, her tongue soaked my tears
She's seen all that you've whited-out all these years.
Every night I grow slightly more tired, more quiet
I lay down my useless head, and she lays by it
After she's had her dinner, and I disgorged mine
Oh yes, other than that, things are going just fine.