"Oh Scotty boy,
the hills,
the hills
are callin'."
That was
what
I
would
sing to
you.
Because,
of course,
your name
wasn't
Danny,
and I
didn't
know
the words
to
the
song.
I called you
"buddy" and
"doofus" and
"butthead",
and
it
never
bothered
you,
because you
didn't
know
the meanings
of
the words.
But I
knew
you
loved me,
and you
knew
I
loved you.
And that
didn't need
any words
at
all.
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