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will-he ?will-he? lives inside my headand so he joins me in my bedhe rises when it's time for meand i see him and he sees mewill-he? is my own best friendi talk with him to heal and mendhe never knows what i will saybecause i change from night to dayand will-he? is my counselorhe listens long and i'm a borebut will-he?’s right there in my lanei spew and spout like i'm insaneand will-he? listens calms me downhe tells me not to wear my frownhe tells me what i need to knowso i can make a proper showif not for him i'd jump the shipi'd slide and fall i'd step and slipi'd rave and rant and fulminatei'd vent my spleen and spout my hateit's good to have my friend insidea place where i can go and hidesomeone that i can complain towhen i'm beat up all black and blueand will-he?’s nice he speaks to mehe stands guard of my sanitywhen i'm distraught can't stand the strainwill-he's there my upper braincerebral cortex his real nameof dielectric phospholipid famebut i'd feel sad you think it’s silly?i just prefer to call him will-he?
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