BRETT III

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            I'll be his system of support.

            I want to know, to me, you see,

            He can always go.

            His boat can dock at my port.

            If he wants to talk, I am here.

            He can tell me what's on his mind.

           A friend in me, he'll find.

            He can tell me all of his fears.

            We can open any door.  

            Him, I won't ignore.

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