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Fine how-de-do.
Just in from a long, dusty run...
And silence.
Whispers... from a back room.
Dirty ashtray... and the open door...
The door... back... out.
The memory of your brave eyes...
The... feeling...
That... thing...
Your smile.
It is long journeys apart now...
Your... high road...
My... low road...
Making that last turn
To meet once again.
You... kept me safe...
Again and again...
With a small, sweet hope in my heart...
And I looked for you...
I looked and looked for you...
But... couldn't grasp... it...
Beautiful, beautiful hitchhiker...
Beautiful, beautiful man...
Looking for me.
Fine how-de-do.
And here...
I saved something just for you.
My... everything...
With...
All you might ever desire.
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