Every night, somewhere
There is this little boy
Looking up to the stars
And waiting for your caravan
To return.
I must have fallen asleep
Last time
When you moved on.
Now i can only wait for You
To pass by again,
With your dromedaries, elephants,
Wizards, dancers and colours.
And i tell myself that
maybe you will take
'me'
with
You?
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