What if after a long difficult journey
Without ever knowing where you're going
Through rushing crowds and smoky war-zones
Climbing over rock walls and sleeping
In cold fields with restless sheep
Following photographs and maps you saved
Of someone else's memories
People-watching in blooming parks
Searching for a stranger's face
Who finally appears to lead you
Into the depths of an ancient tomb
On the outskirts of some desert town
And leaves you there with a little book
To prove this was all no dream
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