text: Although my master was disguised,
  Alone of all I recognized
  Him, wagged my tail and pricked my ears,
  And having waited twenty years,
  I saw the teardrop in his eye,
  And so at last laid down to die,
  On flea-infested piles of dung—
  In his long song my name is sung.
  
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