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I CAN
I CAN
I met a man,
Let's call him Peter Pan;
When I came in,
He flew out;
When I came out,
He flew in;
But he really was always -
Round about;
Just hiding here, and there -
A zealot.
I knew one day that he would
Tell it;
Like it is,
And more to boot;
One can never be sure of,
A man in a suit.
That's why I love,
My Peter Pan;
He makes me feel,
That I can!
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