Three Was Not A Crowd

She loved him and she loved his golden dog,
And both of them loved her like none before;
It was a summer long ago, but I
Can see them still, right now, as bright as sun
For they, the boy and girl, live on in love
Though that transforms in time, it grows up wild,
And golden dogs live only for a time
To teach us what love looks like when it's pure

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