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Nobody Knows It
But Me
There's a place
that I travel,
When I want to
roam
And nobody knows
it but me.
The roads don't go
there,
And the signs stay
home
And nobody knows
it but me.
It's far, far away
and way, way afar,
It's over the moon
and the sea,
And wherever you
are going,
That's wherever
you are
And nobody knows
it but me.
-Patrick O'Leary
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