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He's Special, He's My Brother

Form the time we were just little kids I followed him around.
No matter the chores he had to do, that's where I could be found.
I helped him fee the chickens and give the cow some hay,
I helped him fill the wood bin when he called me form my play.

"Come sister, help me build a kite and I'll let you hold the string.
I'll even let you make a tail, and we'll fly it in the wind".
When he was sent into the bogs to find berries ripe and sweet,
I too must go along to fill our pails with tasty treats.

When he grew up he bought a car, an old black Model Ti,
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