Simi Kaulitz - My Cat

When I saw my cat
I wanted to pat.

When i heard it purr
I used to rub its fur.

My cat was a breed of Persia
it never asked for a friend from Russia.

One day, fate befell my cat
I cried and beside it I sat.

It has been 4 years since she died,
thinking of it, i just now cried

It had never chased any bees
so its soul will rest in peace.


Dedicated to my late cat...

Simi Kaulitz

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