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... You See Hello my buddy, my friend, my pal, Hello my buddy to one, and for all. Walking, and running, to the end round the bend. Some singing, some panting, some wondered in awe. Some of my buddies, remembered tears gone. Friends who have gone far beyond my call. Some self righteous, making them appear small, and loud. In the jungle where friendship is valued in shroud. Where nothing but friendship, gives life to our crowd. ~~~ Do you see what I wanted to see, Do you see the shine of the sun? Do you see how I prayed I could be, But just not enough for true love? Do you see how my heart still does beat, Pumping fast my blue Newfoundland blood? Dripping red mess, 'cause the course wasn't met, Without you, now I am just one.
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