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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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