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`There's always that one
Who's a wee bit different
The one who marches
to a different drum
There's always that person
Who seems indifferent
Not to all things in common
but is always uncommon in some
There's always that dear one
Who cares not a whit
If the game's lost or won
Who seems just a bit off-base
There's always that unique one
who seems stranded in a daze
Who oft'times seems to be gone
in their own place in space
There's always that ‘special' one
who's ‘special' as can be
And I know in that ‘special' way
That, that someone special
...is me...
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