Born as strays
The dogs and cats
Living their lives
No masters to yell
Out they go
Scavenging for food
On the road or garbage tongs
Even in food outlets or fish markets
They may try
With sad eyes waiting at tables
Hoping for meals to drop by
Even bones they will not cry
Born as strays
Living their lives
No masters to yell
They are on their free will
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