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  • Writer's pictureDavid Lapadat

The caravan

I took the caravan to the past

The wind is blowing through my hair

My love is waiting for me

And... Here I come at last.

And while I rolled from the present

I saw it all, and I have no big regrets

Just small

That’s why I’m coming to take you home.

I found what I was seeking on a roof,

So close to the blue-eyed sky

And the weather was warm

just like a summer evening.

I want that roof full of friends

To be my past, future and most of all present

And you, my love, to be the gravitation shield

That keeps all those things together

And makes all of this happen.

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