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Ayana silverbells was my cat,
But she was more to me than that,
She used to lay up close to me,
And we'd sit together quietly,
She'd always try to keep me warm,
As we'd sit next to the fire, when there was a storm,
I will always feel that she is near,
But now she is no longer here.
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