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. this November night so cold and they saw some stars which formed a dog...A Doberman very old...He said to them, in DoberSpeak, "It was over 60 years ago I died- but many Marines I saved that night and Even Dr. Putney cried. I know only you can see me, because your hearts are pure I ask you keep the memory alive of the noble Dobes of yore. We all have a role in freedom's fight, it's up to each and all.Remember, each day's a gift...but sometimes at night-- look up to the sky above...I'll be here to wink at you and wish you Doberman Love".
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