There is nothing here to see.
You may be on your way.
This isn't a caravan,
No circus freaks,
Not even treasures from the Orient.
Just the memory of a man,
One who may still be missing on the inside.
And when you find him,
Can you tell him how to get home?
Because I think he's lost.
And I'm worried for him,
for Her.
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