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The star shone bright, up in the winter sky, As a lonely Greyhound gave a sigh. It was so cold out here all on his own, With no one to love him and give him a home. He had a home once, if you could call it that, Lying on cold concrete that made sores on his back. A gentle hand or kind word he never knew, Only abuse and the words "you're through". Then a drive in a van, that left him out here,...